High School Is Such A Serious Thing

What’s wrong with school? Well, let me go ahead and walk you through my day:

I show up at school every day running on about 5-6 hours of sleep per night. That’s not so bad. But starting off the day in Portable D in the school “trailer park” is where it starts going downhill. I don’t particularly enjoy mucking through the dirt, trudging through puddles and piles of kids and/or getting poured on as I make my way out to my first class.

I always slip on the steps leading up to the metal hut I call my math class, usually spilling my coffee in my purse. That’s ok, it gives me an excuse to stick my head in there and huff the smell during my entire first hour. I normally finish the work I’ve been given in the first 10 minutes of class, and no one is teaching. So I have nothing better to do. The kid next to me thinks I’m crazy.

At 9:24, I fight my way back into building using my backpack (purse, and lunchbox) as a weapon. No one else seems to have one, so I’m at an advantage. By the time I get to second hour, everyone else is already there. But I thoroughly enjoy that class, and I work very hard for the duration of the hour.

In third hour, I usually nap or help my friend with her AP Coloring class. I usually can’t hear the teacher anyway (although I sit in the first row) because the kids behind me are bullying the same kid or laughing at some girl stuffing 21 Tootsie Rolls in her mouth. The teacher doesn’t mind so much. He wishes he were teaching something else. Nonetheless, I respect him, and I usually speak with him about assignments outside of class. I would even call him a friend.

In fourth hour, I usually submerse myself in some other subject or read my textbook for the class because I can’t hear the teacher talking and someone is always hurling orange peels I constantly have to deflect. Normally I eat my lunch in that class because I know I can study quietly during my lunch hour. I know this is blatantly disrespectful. The entire class is disrespectful.

In my fifth hour I am usually:

1. Trying to remember if we had homework to do last night.
2. Observing the kid next to me perform seppuku multiple times throughout a class period.
3. Humming to myself in order to drown out offensive comments spewing from either end of the room.
4. Adamantly paying attention.
5. Dreading my next class.

During my last hour of the day, I usually slump down in my chair and try my best to hide from my teacher. I can never understand what she is asking me, so I always just say “yes” or smile. She started feeling so bad for me, she now makes sure to speak extra loud and puts big spaces in between each word. I go along with it. Now every time I get a question right, she makes sure I see her “thumbs-up” or “gold star”. But considering my verbal skills have only worsened, it now seems she just hates me. The language system I have been a part of since 6^th grade has taught me plenty of rudimentary vocabulary and conjugation forms. But starting this year, I have learned nothing but grammar. I hardly remember my old vocabulary, and the words we’ve learned this year have been just plain useless. I can tell you a fairy tale, but I honestly can’t describe what a stapler is.