August 31, 2010

Planner Tuesday.

If I have learned one thing today (and trust me this will probably be the only thing I learn this whole week. You don't start learning till week #2) it is that all teachers were the trouble makers, the class clowns in school. My World Geo teacher told us today that she skipped school once a week in junior year, then added with a serious tone that it was wrong. My science teacher, star wars loving science teacher, told us she never answered to her name to make teachers mad. And here I was thinking we were to be influenced by these people.

Planner Tuesday is one of the most hated days of school. You get your planner in your 2nd class, this year the cover was black and red and said be yourself in something a little to close to the Harry Potter font. I'm not sure who they're trying to please. Then in each of your classes you read 3 of the pages of school rules, until you know exactly how your shirt should be tucked in and what kind of sammiches your mom is allowed to make you.

I start my day in 7:00 in English. My teacher is stout, and fully gray haired, even at the age of 57. Shes good and kind, and it's nearly impossible to dislike her. We have a 3 paragraph essay to write. The prompt = Explain who you are.

My best friend Bernie is on one side of me, my other friend Lola is in front of me. Bernie is loud and annoying, but she's sweet and determined. I must use that word only because there's no other way to put her. Her current goal is to become popular, she's almost there and how she is able to fit me in is a wonder.

I cant answer the question, I can't write the essay. I can hear Bernie breaking her pencil she writes so hard. I don't know who I am and quite frankly I have no desire to at the moment. I'll have to finish it tomorrow, I suppose. Am I supposed to know? Would you at 13? I think not.

The rest of the day is a blur of gray and green and planner rules. Very few things stick...

"There will no longer be locks on the individual bathrooms. Its a hazard, what if you slip and I can't save you," said Ms.Heels, orchestra."I'll get a 'vacant' magnet, don't worry."

"They say I can't have this many posters on the walls, something about a fire hazard," my World Geo teacher chuckles." At least we will go down beautifully." Or dead with Determination and Perseverance posters hanging around us. At least there will be a funny remark regarding our determination and perseverance at our funerals, I think.

"Please tell me stories about you, I want to know my students a little better," - teacher
"I got stabbed once, by a knife. But i took care of him," - boy in class
Silence

It was a good day, for 8th grade that is.
And look at it this way, only 178 more to go.