first day of life

So this morning was the first day of waking up at 6:15 to head off to school. Being uber tired from not going to sleep till after 1 didn't help at all. (some advie needed to be given to mikey) I wake up and I decide that I don't care how I'm going to look on the first day of school. Put on a pair of pants a shirt and I head off to the computer. I had an hour to kill...

First period I walk in and I right away see my old best friend. sixth grade, bad year. But i still love alejandras company right when i walk in. I make her scoot so I can share a chair with her while the teacher talks about stuff. We talk about our summers, our hair, how math sucks, boys, and how I'm lame but i still make her laugh her butt off.

Second period, there are only 9 people in my class. HELL YES! going to be awesome. The teacher asks who wants to help choir raise money and I volunteer, plus I get a free ticket to a concert. Win-win situation. I find out I need to sing at least an octave. OH GEEBUS! i hate singing in front of people, my voice cracks. I get a quiz (my nightmare) and I only know about 3 sections of the 6 part quiz. Get my special ap book and i leave.

third period, best class of the day. mr velasquez gets super excited when he sees me walk into his class and kicks me. "IM SO GLAD YOUR IN HERE! IM ALL BETTER NOW! YOUVE SEEN 40% OF MY HYPERNESS AND NOW IM UP TO 90% BETTER!!" I laugh and i realize its going to be a hell of a year with this guy. Ap econ and gov may not be interesting but who cares? i have one of the best teachers on campus.

Fourth period, ta!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for the teacher on campus who has the best music taste ever. super chill but super hot in there. stupid ac stops working so we both sit there talking about shows and my online zine but at the same time sweating our butts off.

Lunch. sucks. pep rally. all cheer teams and dance teams are horrible. Poor girls. i wanna jump up there and start dancing with them to give em some spunk. but i decided to leave and head to the senior patio where i sat uncomfortably while chris and tiff socialized. I was too hot to talk.

fifth period, im in the wrong room. Once i get a text from gerry saying, "I think your in the wrong room because they just called your name." I get up and I run out. I find the class and sit next to him. Im tapping my feet against the boxes and i see someone staring at me from the corner of my eye. "What the hell are you looking at!" He replies with, "You better not kick my shirt."
"I'm not calm down and stop being a baby."
We have a love hate relationship. He asks me to help on trying to find out the rules for sig. figs. and I agree. "Do you get it now?!"
"ugh stop being so ugly, dumb ass"
"cool braaaa"


the class is over and im already regretting retaking chemisty for the second time.


sixth period, english. love it. My teacher reminds me of juno with a new york accent. If she were to say department it would sound like, "depahtment." Serio but she rules. I just dont think I can stand having a sixth. I wish I had some free time.


I run back to espinozas to get my portfolio and run back to english class.

School ends. Time to head to crockwells. Acadeca practice.


Highlights of the meeting:

study sessions on sunday.
study sessions from 245 to 4 after school.
yay..........



that was my first day of school.
i hate it but its life.
one more year ally baba and youll finally be done, and gone.