I figure that maybe I should actually treat this like a journal. Not like anyone really reads what I post anyway, so I guess it's JUST like a journal. To anyone who does read this, well enjoy my life I guess.
So today is August 3, 2011; also known as: my first day at my new school (PHS). I hadn't really felt nervous since 3 days before school started. I wasn't even scared yesterday. I'm not sure why, maybe I felt inside like I was supposed to go there; as if it were meant to be or something. Or maybe I'm just a wack-a-doodle...that'd make more sense. Anyway, I woke up this morning at 5:40am so I could shower and get ready and still have a half hour to eat breakfast. Then, mom and I were off! (I would've driven myself but I don't have a car and we still haven't moved into our new house yet, you see,)
When we got about to the school, there was a huge line of cars. I got out in front of the school and found my way to the front of the school through all the unfamiliar faces. Then I saw 4 or 5 lines of students in fron of the entrance; all getting their second/green schedules. So I wait in the correct line for my last name, "F". I finally have my schedule when Lauren--a girl who transfered from my school as well, the only one I know at this new school!--texted me saying she had just got there. We found each other and only had 10 minutes to find our lockers and classes. Lauren picked up books and whatnot from her locker; I didn't have time to look for my locker. Whatever
, I thought to myself. It's no big deal.
And it really wasn't a big deal.1st hour:
I entered my first period class and told my teacher, Mr. Irish, that I couldn't find my locker to get my book in time. He didn't seem to really care at all. He told me that the janitor could help me (but it was obviously to late to find one). Then he asked if I had my green schedule, so I showed him and sat down. I looked around and saw a poster for "The Beatles". Nice! I love the Beatles.
Then Mr. Irish passes out some papers and starts lecturing us on how he's going to teach. "Don't call me by my first name, we aren't friends," he says. He talks about syllabus. "I have failed students that I really liked and passed students that I haven't liked. And vice versa. So if I fail you, it's not because I don't like you." Blah, blah, blah. It was actually a really good lecture, I just can't remember all the correct words and phrases. He talked about how he is going to treat us like adults. When we're older, he said, not all the answers are going to be handed to us. We have to learn things for ourselves. That's how he's going to teach us. If we don't like it...too bad, we can do the class online.2nd hour:
After asking two people, I find out how to get to the choir room. I walk inside and sit at the very top of the built in risers/stairs. I sit next to a seat that a girl had her binder on. Another girl and her friends sit beside me. The girl talked to me. She said Hi and that I was pretty. I try,
I thought, but I actually said thank you. "Are you knew?" Yes, I answered. "Are you a...junior?" Yup, I replied and showed her my I.D. that we all have to wear around our necks. "So where'd you come from?" Just from Bradshaw. "oh, really? One of my best friends transfered over there this year." That was the end of our conversation because the choir director began taking role and talking about his class. I then realized that the other girl's binder had turned into a boy wearing a football uniform. She must've been saving him a seat. The choir director played a silly warmup song that pretty much everyone but me knew. Then he had us sing with numbers instead of solfege, which I had never done before. I looked around the room and saw another "Beatles" poster. This is my kind of school.3rd hour:
My Japanese class. Not much happened in there but the teacher is delightful. He's just really funny and put me at ease. I didn't really talk to anyone but it was still fun. I realized that I need to freshen up on the language though!4th hour:
Lunch = not fun. :/ I had talked to people in my classes, but hadn't actually made friends. So I had nobody to sit with. I was a loner. Every time some one came up to me, I smiled on the inside hoping they'd ask to sit with me. But a boy came up, and then another, and another. And you know what they did? Within 3 minutes of each other, one by one, they'd come up to my table and ask, "Are you using this chair?" No, I'd say to them, disappointed. And they'd take a chair and walk away. What the hell happened to chivalry?
I actually made an effort to talk to somebody too. I got up and walked to another girl, in an oversized jacket, and asked why she was sitting alone. "Because I like to be alone," she answered. That was a good enough hint for me. I left her alone and went outside because I wanted some air. Again, I sat alone at a table. Eventually, I felt so pathetic I prayed for God to send a hot guy to come talk to me. I got the "lunch is over bell" instead. That works too.5th hour:
Oh chemistry, how difficult are thee? Appartently chemisrty is going to be a tough class. But the teacher seems really nice and his ceiling is covered in paintings. We got a lot of papers and homework that's due Friday. Ickk (I already did it when I got to mom's work!)6th hour:
I found Pre-Calc. Another tough class. The teacher, my only female teacher, was pretty excited about how hard the class was going to be. I was thinking, Eff my life! D:
But it'll be okay.7th hour:
My very last class. Mr. Kosco seems like an interesting, humerous guy. And I swear, I had at least 1 football player in each class. Anyway, this class was fun (even full of sophomores) because we didn't go over anything. Everyone went around the room introducing themselves and saying what they like and don't like. I said something stupid like, "I'm Savannah. I like movies and I hate living so far from the beach" or something. And in return, I got a "Hi Savannah" like everyone did. (kind of like an AA meeting haha). That was a nice way to end the day.
So, finally I get out of the building and await a text from my mother, telling me she's there. "Savannah?" I hear some kid say. I look and see one of the football players from my Japanese class. I felt kind of happy someone already knew my name but felt bad for not knowing his. "Did we have to turn anything in for Japanese?" Umm, no I don't think so, I reply. "Oh... So are you a sophomore..?" Junior, actually, I smile. "Oh a Junior?" Don't act so surprised, sheesh,
I think to myself. Then I run through the rain and hop in the car to go back to work with mom.
DAY 1: SURVIVED.
(But for some reason, I keep having these day dreams. They're about this guy I met freshman year at my old school. I have only seen him once at a Bar & Grill (BWW). I keep thinking that maybe I should talk to him. I need someone
to help me out! But I can't even remember what he looks like. I just know his name. Maybe it's not such a good idea. What up with the day dreams?! Have I been subconsciously crushing on this kid since freshman year? No. I don't think so. Doesn't make any sense. Whatever. Just have to survive tomorrow. Then Friday. Then the weeked. <3 Hoorah!)
The Alone & Confused Girl with Hope