I was just telling everyone in my last post how it went during my first day of school. As I found that I had been talking rather excessively, I decided to divide it in two. Anyway, as I was saying…
It really was nice seeing everyone again.
The first period was History. What an extremely boring way to start the week. How were we supposed to stay awake after the weekend if some old lady (with all my respect to this old lady) spent the first hour of the week going on and on about some war that nobody cares about? Well, I guess some people do care about the Second World War, but that’s beside the point.
Second period was Maths.
Does he do it on purpose?! I can’t believe how someone could speak as though he’d just learned how to, look like he had just been smoking weed, and teach maths to 30 students who really are serious about it.
I feel like I’m really being offensive here (if anyone at school found out about what I’ve been writing… I don’t even wanna think about it) but it’s just what I feel. He’s just so slow! I can’t deal with slow people! I hope I’ll get used to him later on.
About midway through maths I was called with about 5 other guys to go and help the Prefect distribute planners and textbooks to students in all classes. I came back about an hour later, by which time we had Chemistry with the same teacher from last year. She’s good at teaching, but she’s got this air of haughtiness and pretense. And it doesn’t help that half the boys have a crush on her. Not me though. I feel like we never really hit it off (like I do with almost all the other teachers – not that I’m this stereotypical teachers’ pet but I get along with them pretty well) and I’m sure she was the reason my other best friend was moved to the other class because we used to talk and laugh a lot during her classes last year.
Anyway, after the first 25-minute break of the day (that I spent with my friends debating who’s in the most awful class), the Headmistress/HeadNun (our school’s run by nuns. Oo that rhymes. NunRun. I feel like that’s the name of an app. Anyway) spent about 40 minutes going over the new and ever-evolving school rules (that shit’s getting ridiculous) and informing us about the elaborate punishment system that was going to take place from now on.
Why do they all think we’re an uncivilzed bumbling babbling band of baboons?!
There was 10 minutes left of the fourth period after that, which was Biology, and the new teacher seemed to know her shit. I liked her. Even though she creeped the creep out of me when she told us that she had actually been ‘following’ us in school since we were only 6 (turns out she’s been the Biology coordinator ever since – that means she supervises all the biology teachers and makes the tests).
Fifth and Sixth were Physics, one of my favorite subjects. The new teacher (by ‘new’ I mean new to us; he’s not exactly fresh – he actually teached my mother) seemed also very competent, but, just as mom recalls him, so obnoxious and pretentious and other –ious things. He wasn’t really mean to everyone (he did answer my question nicely when I asked, as I took care of being as polite as possible), but he did have a tendency at retorting nastily at things he doesn’t deem intelligent.
Finally, we had Theater, a subject we had only had once before during eighth grade. The teacher was very nice, and she made me excited about what were going to do during the year. She asked us all in turn abour our hobbies and our feelings toward theater and being on stage in front of an audience (not exactly a challenge for me) and our future ambitions. I told her that deep down I wanted to be a writer but since it’s not a very certain proffession, I was going to go for architecture. She told me to fuck it and just do what I love. I appreciated that, but it was easier said than done.
At last, the bell rang at 2:40, and we were free to go. At home, I watched the second episode of Breaking Bad (just got into that show, pretty intense) and then got down to business (a.k.a physics homework that took like 5 minutes).
I showered, had dinner, and started writing this post about an hour ago.
My fingers are numb. How much have I blabbed about? Guess I better make this a two-parter, in case I’m too busy to post something tomorrow (or because most of you will probably have dozed off by the middle of the post). Also, I’ll copy this previous sentence on to the beginning of the first post because it just seems cool. Like a déjà-vu for you. You’re welcome.
Wish me luck for the 175 days to go!