School Again

Y'know, I was looking through all of the blogs I'm following, and I realize I'm really the only one up-to-date on my postings. Like, there are a couple that haven't had a new post in a year, others in a few months, and then another couple that are new, but haven't really posted past the first day of creating the blog. And me, here, I've been here for over a year, I've posted at least once every month, and I still haven't run out of things to babble about. Like, hoorah for me, non?

Anyway, I don't have long to type this journal. I have to get my stuff for field hockey practice thrown together so that I can get picked up by Olivia. I have to go early with her, because she's my ride there. Under normal circumstances, now, I'll be able to just walk from the field after school ends, but today was only the first day of school, and therefore a half day. And it wasn't that bad, either.

I did say I'm a Junior now, right? Y'know how creepy that is? I'm a freaking upper classman. Whoo?

My Chemistry teacher, today, was talking about omens. He believes in them (even though they're not grounded in science), and although I don't, my day didn't start out all that great.

For once, I could not fall asleep last night. I know, it's usual. The first-day-of-school-jitters. A common thing, right? And if it isn't . . . then it is for me. Normal, not common. Uhm . . . anyway. Continuing on. And then once I finally got to sleep, I woke up five minutes after my alarm was supposed to go off, but it never did. I took once glance at the clock and jumped out of my bed, flipping on the light to make sure that what my clock said was right, 'cause my watch hasn't glowed for almost as long as I've had it. I'd say that's about two years now. I immediately went upstairs to more brightness, which is evil. Since sixth grade I've been getting up by myself, alone, and I never turn any lights on until I get dressed. Eating breakfast with my brother beside me, in the light, not cool. Then I returned downstairs to brush my hair (like it's needed--did I mention I got a hair cut over the weekend? Shortest it's ever been), teeth and got dressed. I check my alarm, and it was set to the right time. Everything was right . . . but it didn't go off. I'm kind of afraid I won't get up in time, now, y'know?

I finished getting ready in fifteen minutes. I thought I'd need twenty-five. No. Fifteen. I got to sit around for another fifteen. I tell you, that ain't happenin' again. I'll set my alarm to later, and hope it'll go off for me. I then started off to the bus stop at ten after seven, with my family. Another weirdness. I was better off alone. Anyway . . .

The bus came on time, there were about a dozen of us that boarded the bus, and then the bus went on to two more stops. It was almost empty before our stop. After the last stop, over half of the seats were three to a seat (high school excluded--I mean, common, we're big). It was kind of crazy.

Thankfully they didn't make us high schoolers walk from Wylie to the high school. The Creeksiders got dropped off first, then the bus went and dropped us off, and finally it made a stop at Wylie, where the Wylie people, Mill Creekers, Bates and Cornerstone people got off. Each of the schools is within sight distance of the "hub," but there are kindergarteners getting off there. Five year-olds. Uhm . . . like that's going to work out. Sure. Wylie is a school for third and fourth graders only. Cornerstone and Bates are for kindergarten through second.

Carrying only my binder, which also had a pencil pouch, I went to my assigned homeroom (where we only go to get our schedules) and waited around with Emily while we waited for Mr. Grannis's protocol. He just wouldn't give us our schedules until the school started, which is kind of weird. My schedule's alright, but I'm totally switching out of Romeo's class. For one, I've already had the class (and it sucked), but also, I don't want Romeo again. Computer class--nuh-uh. I already know almost all of what he teaches. I don't think so.

After we got our schedules, I walked down two classrooms to get to Chem. He's a bit weird, that teacher. Says he's not happy most of the time or something, but he has such a light mood. He's kind of philosophical as well. He teaches Chemistry and Physics. Kind of weird. And he's not really the kind of guy you ask a question unless you really worded it correctly.

So then after a few minutes in that class, I went up to Calc, but then realized we were supposed to meet at the class meetings, so I just dropped my Chem book and my binder off in Mr. Scott's room and hurried back down the stairs to the Commons. The meeting sucked. All we talked about (when I was listening) was Powder Puff football and the school dances. Uh . . . no. I'm in field hockey, so no football. And the dances, whatever. I just would like to know what our class's theme (within the super heroes theme) is so I can think of a costume for spirit week. You so know I'm going to dress up. As long as it's not DC or something. Bleh.

It's about twenty after right now, and I have to get ready to meet Olivia, so I'll finish this journal later. As a second part, I guess. So, yeah.