I am a softsmore. Give me all your marshmallows!

Currently Listening: They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh! - Sufjan Stevens

Dear Susan,

My grudge against you isn't quite so clandestine anymore, is it?

Love,
School


Dear School,

I hate you too.

Love,
Susan

-x-x-x-

Period 1. Software Apps 1. AKA, Extra Sleep.
My teacher is the equivalent of a kindergardener teacher. She gives us jelly beans. I chose the pink one. The only friend I have in this class is the computer. The person that sits next to me is hardly a friend. She just likes to talk about her life. I smile and nod. At least I have entertainment. My locker is in the middle of nowhere thanks to the wonderful placement of this classroom.

Period 2. French 2 H.
Lacking any embellishment, I'd say that freshmen occupy 90% of this class' population. They are all better at French than I am; they all freak me out more than I freak them out. Every class has an annoying kid. I sit diagonally to the one existing in this class.

Period 3. Precalc GT. AKA, Let's Get Huge Headaches GT.
No friends, no brain, no teacher 50% of the time because she likes to leave the classroom every 4 seconds, no legible handwriting presented by the teacher, no memory of any past math classes, no passing grade expected.

Period 4A. Eng 10 H.
I sit with a few loose friends, no close friends though. The teacher has this rule that we can't write in pencil. In a few weeks to come, she is going to hate me because if I don't have the authority to erase something after every 10 words written, I will need to scribble things out. My paper will become a wreck. That, and I can't spell anything write the first time I right it.

Period 4B. Photo 1.
This class has 4 tables. Table 1: kids that are taking this class simply to improve their skills of taking pictures for facebook. Table 2: older kids. Table 3: kids in my grade that I don't talk to. Table 4: kids that sit there because they have nowhere else to sit. AKA, the Chloe and Susan table. Teacher? Flamboyant. He knows my name already.

Period 5. Biology H. (pronounced: bye-oh-law-gee)
If I don't go deaf at a concert, I'm going to go deaf in this class. This teacher cannot be understood, her handwriting cannot be read, and nothing can be done in this class in general. Corey's in this class though. =) If I get bored of staring at strange biology-esque entities, I will be staring at him.

Period 6. Am Gov H. Gray Hour.
I have this class every. single. day. last. period. The clock is broken in this class, so it drives me insane because all I ever think about is "when does class end when does class end when does class end i want to go home oh my god why is the clock broken i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home i want to sleep i want to sleep i want this class to end."