I started highschool yesterday.
And surprisingly, it wasn't half as bad as I was expecting. Really.
|that awesome binder on the bottom is for French.|
I now have to wake up at five every morning and leave at six twenty to pick up my dear friend Rebecca, who's a sophomore, and get to school by six thirty-five, where we hang out in the cafeteria until the bell rings to get to class by seven.
Mary Cat's Schedule:
First Period: Geometry (translation: somehow I have to figure out how to make my brain process math at seven-thirty in the morning)
The teacher is the girl's varsity basketball coach, and she's pretty cool.
Second Period: Biology
The teacher is nice as well. Except, you know, for the seven pound book that she gave us that just about threw my back out.
Third Period: Chorale (chorus, since everyone and their dog has been asking what in the world chorale is. It's just their second highest choir)
The instructor is nice. First favorite class of the day.
Fourth Period: English
I normally ace english so it's not a big deal.
Lunch: Two of my friends have the same lunch, thankfully (it's the first lunch, at 10ugh23 in the morning. Like anyone feels like eating...).
Fifth Period: World History
It's interesting and the teacher is pretty laid back.
Sixth Period: PE/Wellness
Ugh. Enough said.
Seventh Period: French
My second favorite class of the day. Because if I get a free ticket to anywhere out of the country besides Guatemala, it will be to France.
I made it to all of my classes on time (that was an act of my amazing God) and didn't get lost once.
I'm still shocked about that. The school has around seven buildings, and each one has a letter. Some of them have two floors, some of them don't.
It's bigger than my dad's old college, and it's so big that it even has one of those little signs in the front with the arrows telling you where everything is, like at the mall.
|this thing has a map of the school on the back which is of no help whatsoever.|
Hopefully we'll be getting lockers later this week, so that I can stop walking around like a turtle with an overstuffed shell and frizzy hair (okay, so maybe the locker won't solve the hair thing. Die, humidity. Die.)
Have you started school yet? If not, when do you start?