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Story of a Girl
2015-08-24 22:05:12 (UTC)

Officially a junior

Wowowowow, so this first day of school has been OKAY. Not bad, but I seriously regret wearing the wrong shoes.

I woke up ten minutes earlier than usual, just to make sure that I arrived at my homeroom early before someone took all the good seats. As soon as my alarm rang, I immediately sprang up to turn it off and I noticed I had two messages from Elías and Carson, both wishing me to have a good day at school. I thought it was nice of them to send me a message, especially from Carson because I thought he forgot or just didn't care. So, thank you both! I took my shower, and when I got out of the bathroom, Briana was already awake. She apparently woke up earlier than her alarm, so she decided to make her coffee while I ate the tamales my mom prepared yesterday. I washed my teeth afterwards and my mom's husband drove me to school. There was a bunch of traffic on our way out of the house, but he took a bunch of "shortcuts". Throughout the car ride, he commented that I should start learning to drive because he won't be driving me to school senior year, and then he started "demonstrating" to me methods on how to accelerate and brake without having to lift my foot. I honestly wasn't paying much attention because I was more concerned about getting to school early, as I had planned. He dropped me off at school and I went over to the cafeteria where the homeroom sheet was. There was a huge crowd surrounding it, but I did eventually made it to the front of the crowd. I found my homeroom number, somewhere in the 100s hallway, but I had never been there and I was too lazy to take out my handy dandy school map. I was wandering around the 100s hallway, trying to find my hr, when my heels started to hurt. I paused for a sec and took my flats off, and I saw that my left heel was a little red. I kinda tucked in my heel on the end of my pants (because they're looooong pants) and that would hopefully (not really??) help with the pain. I walked through all of 100s but I didn't see my homeroom, so I walked into the main, bigger hallway and I saw Leticia from band last year. I THEN saw Melissa from band, too. We hugged it out, and then Leticia got help from one of the admins helping students find their homeroom. He gave my homeroom and told me that my classroom was down in one of the basement hallways.

The basement.

I had only been there once or twice, and that was when the band stormed the hallways. Other than that, I've never had a class down there until now. But lucky for me, I was able to find my homeroom easily. It was only a little past the flight of stairs... and the basement was empty. It wasn't an actual basement, but it's "underground" and if it's under the main floor, then it's a basement, right? The basement itself is a fucking labrinth and even MORE of a labrinth if you're like me and never stepped foot in it. Like, we have a 100s hallway on the top floor... was it necessary to add ANOTHER 100s hallway underground, too? Anyway, my homeroom was empty. There was only one other kid in there who was sitting by himself on one of the stools and the teacher seemed kinda mean and creepy. He was just kinda sitting as his desk on his phone, but the expression he had on his face made him look a little scary. I kind of just sat by myself at a lab desk until the kid used this really creepy voice to talk to me, "They're COOOOMING." I was like, "Oh, yep!" and just went back to staring at the white board. It was around 7:04AM (remembered because I was taking a photo) when I saw Guy walking through the hallway, but he looked like he was going to fuck shit up. He wasn't just walking, he was STORMING through. I was gonna call him in but decided against it. So, I guess he was probably in a different room further in the hallway. A few seconds later, I looked up and I caught a glimpse of Renett. She was looking down at her phone but when she looked up, I THINK she saw me because of the look she had on her face. It was the kind of look that you give your friend when the teacher lets you work with yours friends--THAT ";)" look. I thought it was kind of weird to see them not walking together, but I didn't question it too much. The classroom eventually filled out... 10 minutes after the bell had rung. Of course, first day of school meant free tardy pass to all your classes but STILL, just because the tardy lockout policy isn't in place doesn't mean that someone should show up late to class. Or... maybe I'm just being a little stingy about school rules? I don't know. Anyway, I eventually saw saw Kayla there and she ran over to hug me while smiling and "You're here!" and then she sat beside me. I was the very first person to be called up to get my schedule and after a while, Kayla and I started talking about our schedules. I kind of asked her how band camp had gone and she said it had gone very well--except for the fact that the band had gotten smaller instead of bigger... HA. And then she started with the, "We needed you! We REALLY could've used you there" and the high pitched talking that SHOULD have made me feel guilty for not going to band camp. I just pulled off my "I'm sorry I'm sorry" thing and she rubbed my back, telling me it was okay. So after a while, we were dismissed by one of the announcers through the intercom. Off to first period, woo!


So, my first period wasn't too far from my homeroom. My homeroom was in the basement rooms, but my first period was outside in one of he portables near the baseball field/ROTC portables. The basement stairs are RIGHT next to the doors that lead outside, so all I really had to do was go up the stairs and go through this little "hallway" thing that lead to the portables. On the way there, I did see some band folks but I didn't really look their way. I saw Leslie on my way there and we kinda walked together until we had to go seperate ways. Some girl approached me, asking if she was heading the right direction. We were both going to the same portable so she just followed me into the "classroom" and sat in the back. I would, apparently, be having Algebra 2 for first period... GREAT. Math in the morning is always fun, huh? My teacher was sitting at his desk, more than eager when greeting me. He signed my paper and told me to sit whenever I'd like. I sat down and waited for the rest of the kids to arrive. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar figure and then I felt some papers slap my back and that same person use the same ugly tone, "Yo, BIANCA." I turned around to see MIKE sitting down. I nervously said "heeeey" because I honestly had forgotten his name and I couldn't use that ugly tone that he had used--our little joke. I asked about his classes (mainly English, since we had english together last year) and a little while later, some girl sat beside him and joined our conversation when she heard us having 5th period together. It was only after a while that I finally recognized her when she asked if I had spoken to my cousin. WOW, Dulce looked a bit different! Or maybe it was the fact that I didn't bother to think about anyone from school. After a while, my teacher began a PowerPoint in which he introduced himself to us with. We were at this one slide where he was talking about his wife and two cats when one kid at the far right side of the class yelled out, "What are your cat's names?" So the teacher answered him and then the kid asked again, "Where they from?" At that instant, I knew that he would be the goofball in our class & he'd probably make the class interesting. Our teacher later began talking about daily assignments... and then told us to take out paper so we could start on our very first daily assignment. Mike whispered to me, "Work on the first day. Great." I giggled a little and took out paper to work on. After some time, he told us that he didn't mind if we used our phones, as long as they weren't a distraction to others. He would even let us charge our phones in class, as long as we were careful. INSTANTLY THE COOLEST TEACHER EVER. The bell rang and again, off to second pair.

My second period was AP U.S. History... all the way across campus. Honestly, I thought I could make it on time.

Thought.

Walking slowly was already hell since my shoes had actually cut into my left heel, and ALMOST my right heel. That's just slow walking... and I was basically running to my second period. I was running from the OUTSIDE PORTABLES all the across to ANOTHER building. The students weren't too helpful, either. Most stopped to greet their friends or walked too slow, and the entrance to the building is CLUTTERED on a daily basis. Honestly, if it weren't for that cluttered entrance, I MIGHT have made it to class on time by a few seconds. I didn't make it on time but it was okay because we had a free tardy pass all day. But tomorrow, if I'm late again, I'll be getting a call home and I don't want my mom bitching at me. I DID arrive at my classroom, though, but not early enough to find a seat because the majority of the seats were full. I was able to find an empty seat at the back of the first row, right in front of the teacher's desk. A while later... the inevitable happened. Fucking Matt walks in. I was HOPING I could avoid having him in my classes but he has all AP classes and sharing at least one class with him is unavoidable. He looked at me and then just walked RIGHT across the room to sit in the only available seat on that side. It's all good, though. He doesn't wanna be my friend and I don't crave his friendship anymore. It's cool. Our teacher later gave a quick introduction and began calling us up to sign our papers. He called out a Bianca and I was about to stand up when the girl beside me got up to give him her paper... so there was ANOTHER girl in there with my name? COOL. I greeted her, we talked for a little, and that was it. After the teacher signed our papers, he told us he'd be giving us assigned seats in alphabetical order for only a month--just to help him learn our names. I ended up sitting behind an old friend from history last year, so it wasn't all bad. I was further away from the door though, which was something I was planning on avoiding. The bell rang and I sprung out of my seat.

My third period was BACK in the basement rooms... across the fucking campus, AGAIN. And running in flats when they're already cutting into your heels isn't fun. Fuck that. I ran into Jennifer and Leslie again for a short moment before the warning bell rang. I barely made it into my classroom and I was able to find an a-okay available seat up by the teacher's desk. My third period is Physics (should have been AP, but I'm not complaining.) I saw that one kid from my chemistry class, which made me feel a little bit better. I also saw that one Majorette from the dance team & from my first semester Geometry class. She completely walked by me, so I'm just gonna assume she forgot about me. Other than those two, I didn't feel like a complete loner. No one that I knew was taking physics... but I don't blame them. Physics is the most difficult science subject you can take at this school (magnet classes are an exception) since it's incredibly difficult to get into in the first place, AND there's a shitload of work... but I fucking love physics. Some kid walked in, I forgot his name but he had a very mexican name, and I guess he's going to be the "dumb" kid that's not afraid to get involved. He's also kind of funny, so I guess he'll be the class goofball, too. Really though, I like my physics teacher. He worked at NASA for a few years and owned a space company (something with space company, I can't remember what he said) for 10 years before deciding to teach. He gave us a small introduction to dark matter and that alone gave me confidence for the rest of the semmester--I'm going to enjoy physics. Aaaaaand the bell rang.

I have to travel across campus. Again. It's having to go upstairs, go PAST my 2nd period and onto the second pair of portables of outside. Since my Physics class is right next to the stairs, I was able to get a head start on that little crowded area. I actually MADE it on time to the portables (by a minute, go me!) when there was a sign outside the doors that said, "go to 312". Some girl also noted the sign and turned around. She approached me and asked if I knew where it was, so I told her I had a map and to just follow me, so she did. On the way, I found out she was a freshman and she had no idea where she was supposed to be...and even though I had a map of the entire school, I had NO IDEA where 312 was. I was only leading us out of the hallway, honestly. Once we reached an intersection at the main hallway, we bumped into Renett who was also looking at her own map. We exchanged greetings and then went on our way. We eventually found 312, and there was a lady welcoming us in. I settled down in the seat closest to the door--near a group of guys, but I wasn't going to make a fit. Some students outside were talking to the teacher and she told them they were in the wrong room. I spoke up and told her that there was a sign on the portable that told us to come to that exact room, 312. She spoke outside with one of the hall monitors before coming back inside the classroom and told us, "if my name isn't on your schedule, then you should be at the portables. That was my old room and they haven't changed it, sorry." ANOTHER FUCKING TRIP ACROSS CAMPUS. The freshman girl, literally half of the people sitting in 312, and myself walked back to the portables where our actual teacher was. When we walked up the portable, every desk was full. The teacher then explained that if his name wasn't on their schedules, to go back to the other room... and half the class left. Holy fuck, that was a huge mixup. The teacher then had everyone go up and introduce ourselves while he signed our slips. My fourth period would be Intermediate Spanish Literacy H, and so far, I liked the teacher. It was his first year teaching and he looked kinda cool. After that, the bell rang and it was finally lunch time.

I was texting both Leslie and Jennifer, since they were the only friends that I knew who had my lunch, and we all agreed to meet up at the student store... except that didn't happen? I told Leslie to wait for me, since I was all the way across campus, and Jennifer told me she'd wait for me at the ss. Turns out, I had gotten there before either of them. I was there, waiting... waiting, and waiting, but neither of them showed up. Eventually, some girl named Nisa approached me and asked if she could sit with me because she didn't have any other friends. We talked for a while before some guy approached her, asking her why she hadn't seen them. While they talked, Jennifer came and then left, saying she'd be right back. And RIGHT after she left, Leslie passed by with a friend. So I was left, waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Leslie passed by again, asking where Jennifer was, and then right after, I tagged along with her because I didn't want to be by myself. I followed her around until Mari called my name and we hugged. I continued following Leslie around until the lunch bell rang. We were both heading in the same direction, so we walked together to our classes. My fifth period was at the very beginning of the hallway, so I parted with her at the entrance of the hallway. It was around 11:24AM that I walked into my AP English classroom, new 5th period, and it was still mainly empty, which was great news for me because I wanted to get a good seat. The desks were organized in groups of four, which made me a little anxious because I honestly had no idea who would be in my classroom. Mari walked in saying "BIAAAANCAAAAAA" and just having her around was more than enough to make me happy being in the class. And after seeing me and Mari, Dulce came over to sit with us (also saw Mike from before, but he was at his own table). The teacher introduced herself and asked for everyone to be sitting with at least 2 people. Mari saw a girl nearby sitting by herself, so she asked her to come sit with us and she did. We asked if she could introduce herself and she told me she already knew me from freshman year.

OH.

She was that one girl Norma always hung out with whenever she wasn't with Alicia or me. Yeeeeah. I remember her now. So the teacher had us introduce ourselves in our groups and to list something the others don't already know about us. Meanwhile, the teacher would go around to sign our papers. Once we were all done, she had us move around to sit with people that were previously not in our group. We did this three times with the first time included, and the third time we did it kinda irritated me. I was already sitting by myself, but these three girls decided to sit with me... one of them was (or still is?) friends with Vanessa (and I remember her from freshman cheer) and the other was a beginning alto sax player from band freshman year. The other girl... no idea who she was. So, the three girls were joking around the entire time and I was sitting there with nothing to do. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mari looking at me while applying lip balm (typical. She hasn't changed at all) and she asked if she could look at my schedule again. We started talking about why I was in PE again and I told her I already had my PE credits. The bell rang a little later and I DASHED out of there in order to reach the Gym. I did arrive before the bell (finally!) and the gym was actually a bit empty. Some girl sat beside and mouthed a hello, so I greeted her back. She was wearing some kind of hijab--or, it was actually more like an al-amira? It was the first thing I noticed besides her glasses, but she looked nice in it. She asked if I had her teacher, which I didn't, and then my teacher called everyone down to form a line. It was after my teacher signed my sheet that I noticed that the girl had moved to sit with her class. Aw. She was nice. I sat by myself on the bleachers, since I didn't know anyone else there, and texted some people. I was texting Stephen earlier during lunch, and Carson during gym because the freshman boys were freaking out about dressing out in front of others. Before the bell rung, I heard two girls talking about band. One girl said, "ooooooh, I'm gonna learn to play saxophone." and I WANTED to speak up but I just kept my mouth shut. The bell rang and I took my time leaving the gym, since the band room was only a minute away and I didn't want to be the first one there... and I wasn't. Upon leaving the gym, there's an entrance to the building and that's THE most cluttered passageway of the entire school, with the basement passageway coming in second. By the time I had made it through, the warning bell had already rung. I made it to band in time and... DAMN. There was more than half the band from last year! We actually RAN out of chairs! I found Guy and my other sax buddy waiting for me--both surprised that I was even in band. "Why are you still in band?" "I thought you said you were quitting band?" Yup. I don't know why I was placed in band but OKAY. A bunch of the old band kids gave me dirty looks, but I just pretended not to notice. The band director then made everyone introduce themselves while she signed our papers... I hated being there the entire time, especially when the drum majors were giving me dirty looks. Making our way back to homeroom, Guy told me that Matt asked about me during bandcamp. Weird. The dude doesn't even want to look at me, why would he be asking about me at all?

We went our seperate ways and my seat from before had been taken by someone else, so I took the seat in front of me... the girl sitting there wasn't very happy about me taking her seat but she found another seat quickly. The room filled up again and some other girl sat beside me, even putting up her hoodie so that I wouldn't look at her. OKAY. The teacher was pretty cool and didn't say much. He even let us leave a minute earlier, which was great. Right after the dismissal bell rang, I made my way to the counselors office to fill out a counselors request... Honestly? Overall, I LOVED my classes this year. I loved the teachers and I liked my classmates--the two people I was hoping to avoid weren't in any of my classes, which is a huge bonus. Honestly, I'm not too upset about not having any friends in my classes or lunch. I guess I'll just be a loner again. The only thing I'm upset about is the order my classes are in AND having PE and band. First off, I was literally running to get to my classes on time... AND EVEN THEN, I STILL didn't make it on time! Tardy lockouts start tomorrow, how the hell am I supposed to get to class on time when I'll most likely be visiting the tardy table more than twice a day? If I could rearrange a few classes so that I'm not running back and forth across campus, that'd be a huge weight off my shoulders. And then my classes... marching band gave me a PE waiver, my one, full, PE credit. I need 2 PE credits to graduate, and I already have both. So, why exactly am I being placed in PE again? Last year during my credit check, I specifically asked about my PE waiver and I was told that my credits were all on track... so, what's going on? Do I actually need to take another full year of PE to gain my credit? And what about band? I requested to talk to a counselor last year because my parents didn't want me being in bad. The lady at the office told me I'd hear back before the end of the year and I never heard back. My band director is making EVERYONE do marching band (just those for basketball games/pep rallies) and that would include me--and even more since I already know the music. And my parents don't want that... at all. Switching out would be favorable if I don't want my parents bitching at me for being in band another year.

Thing is, the counselors won't bother to look at my request unless if I'm a senior who needs help graduating. And I'm neither of those. As a junior this year, they'll actually look at my request but definitely not tomorrow, or next week, or next month. I have no idea IF I'll ever hear back, but I need a fucking schedule change. I kind of already have an idea of what they'll tell me. "I want to rearrange my classes because the classes are too far apart." Sorry, you'll just have walk faster (even though you are already running to each of your classes). "I can't be in band anymore because of personal reasons, like my parents not being able to afford me being at school for late practice." Sorry, but you can't just change your class because of something like that. "I'd like to switch out of PE because I already have my credits." Sorry, but you'll just have to take PE again for the year because you need to take that class.

Fuck my life.

I actually like my schedule, but why do my classes have to be so fucking far apart?

I'm going to hate tomorrow. I guess the people at the tardy table will be seeing me quite frequently. I'll also be having to spend an hour or two in detention, depending on how many tardies I start racking up. Those will eventually get me RPCd, but whatever. I'll just have to wait until I hear from my counselor. IF I ever hear back.

I'm not wearing those flats again until my schedule is fixed, whenever that is.

So it's like 10PM right now and I can't even wear a sock on my left heel because EVERYTHING BURNS. My right heel was on the verge of being cut into, but it doesn't hurt so much. I'm going to wear my old combat boots tomorrow, which should hopefully help since I'm already accustomed to them. There's a shitload of errors in this, but I just wanted to post something since I haven't really posted anything at all. But yay, I'm a junior. I still feel like a freshman.




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