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 Created on 1-11-08
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I hated my school
"Hey Carrlyn!" i would say to her every morning, or start off with some ofther random thing like OH MY GOSH or something else really retarded. My locker just happened to be on the same side as the big set of doors and only the second one down. I didnt mind when it came to racing my other friend on who could open the locker first. It was fair because we road the sam ebus and always got off together. It was our special time. Today I had been particulary upset becaue, i wanted sleep! But i grabbed my dingy old social studies book out of my blue[ya i mean blue] locker. I stared down at my stuff, grabbed it and heade down the hall. First class i would come to was about 40 lockers away and it was the most, oh my god i dont want her teacher, but anypne who really ever talked to her knew she was nice at heart. The room right next to that was the art teacher slash like your english and all that stuff othere than science and math teacher. She was the only one who relly seemed to understand how much i love art. Then another 50 or so lcers later was my homeroom or fisrst core teacher. See in our school we dont have periods, except ofr 5th and 6th after luynch, but we have 2 cores, each had 2 periods in them. So of course when my science teacher moved up form 7th to 8th grade i had to get her. I had cryed at first, hating her for all the mean things she ahd doen to me last year, the embarassment she had bestoded on me. Lets just say she didnt and did help me status wise. I finally got through the gossipig cooler gilrs and the hacky-sacking boys, and made it to the last class in the 8th grade hall, and every hall had a name. I walked past the groups of desk and sat my stuff by my overturned chair. I walked back out of the room and waited for my friend Carrlyn. We both would spend the morning together and chat away. Or color on one of my other friends binders. When 8:13 rolled around we would find ourselves walking to class. I sat heavily onto my chair and began to read. the only thing we really ever seemed to do int this class. I stared at the harry potter book i was reading for the 2nd time. I wanted to go back to sleep. but yet i was in schol. My first class passed slowly but yte it was over. I headed my way to the other side of the school, and towards the 6th grade hallway, which held almost all of the 8th grade math classes. I sat my stuff down and looked at the empty chair where one of my best friend had sat. I missed her like hell. But that god for myspace. I walked to the advanced math class and talked wit some of my friend, then after about 5 minutes i went back to my lower than normal math class and started in on our morning task. And so i had a constant reminder of my life for which i hated by the way i didnt fit in because of my "more to love" body and my atitude towards life. I finally got through class and packed up my math book. I felt comfident because i finally understaood some of the math i was learning. Walking to the lunchroom i took my stuff with me, i grabbed my normal stuff and sat donwn, went through torture from the jerks at our school and went to journalism. I switched every day on and off. I didnt mind much, it was the same as heath and p.e. I got through that clkass and then health, which just kind of flew by. Home sweet home i now was.
and thats where i leave you
[[[by the way this is like a retell of my life at school, may seem boring but trust me thing have been happeneing and trust me, its gonna be good.]]] I will try to get one up every day or every other day
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sorry ofr the grammar and the speeling, its late here and i am tired |
