As you might have guessed, I started school today. Can you feel my eager heart tugging at those excited ventricles sending blood pumping through my veins? Oh the joy I feel right now cannot even be put into words. I love the first day of school. How they feel the need to specify the same bloody things that our stupid (uh oh, I'm being disrespectful) teachers have told us since the beginning of time. We, as in the jr. high students, were special enough to go to school from 8-11. In that time we ate a wonderful breakfast consisting of stale bagels, went on an, ooh yeah, scavenger hunt! (That was definitely the highlight of the day. I couldn't find my group so I wondered around trying to find them the whole time. That was fun.) Then, oh this was the best part, we sat in the cafeteria and went over the successful student guidelines, just what I need, and listened to rules. (I've always wondered what happens when you tell your teacher to shut-up.) After that we got to, lucky us, figure out what our strong points in school are, and what kind of intelligences we have. I never knew that I got along with people well and that I like big groups. (Of course, we all know that cynical people who spend hours writing a website love people with all of their hearts. Jeez, I can't even get along with my imaginary friends for too long.) There are so many things that I don't know about myself.
The thing that really confuses me about the beginning of school, is that for all the crap that they sit and tell us, nobody really cares. It's not like people listen with all their might just to learn what could happen if they breathe too loudly or ask the person next to them for help and then get in trouble. New policies are the worst, simply because teachers seem to think that they're going to change the way the school is run, and can never wait for that first slip to be sent out. I'm trembling at those bright fluorescent pink slips. Oh , the fear.
Oh, and today was also the first time that I got to see the new 7th graders. Wow. That's all I have to say. It's nothing like seeing twelve year old boys wearing wife beater shirts on the first day of school to put your mind at ease. And the law 'enforcer', I tell yah, there is nothing like a woman who never smiles and carries a gun to make you feel right at home. It's gong to be a wonderful year.
Well, this isn't really going anywhere, I guess that's because I'm not a very linguistic person, or so I was just informed. It's a good thing that they told me. I just don't know what I'd do without that information.
(Excuse me, I need to go and be with all of those big groups of people that I love so dearly. I'll be back after I've 'chilled' with my 'homies.')