Survived the first week of school!!

Hellooooo!!!!!!! This is my first blog post. I might start posting on here regularly. I'm just gonna blog about random stuff going on in my life and my thoughts on things,  I think. You're looking at the start of my public diary, dear reader! I'm mostly doing this for fun, but I'm also doing this as like some kind of exposure therapy (I guess) because I get nervous about social media posting and interacting with people. So yeah. Hope you enjoy reading this and the rest of my (possible) future posts. Also, this is gonna be a long read, so have fun with it. I'm going over my first full week of 9th grade in this post. If you get bored from my excessive yapping, though, at least read Thursday's entry...

MONDAY: So first period. Art class. Nothing much happened (and I bet it's gonna be like that every day, since there's only 6 other people in my class. and one of my best friends foreverrrr are there.). We started on our first assignment, which was like a mini project that you had to write a poem about yourself and draw things that go with it. I, unintentionally, made the poem sound concerning af, because my life feels like an unending depressive episode!!! My drawings were sick as hell, tho. Second period, workforce readiness. I love the teacher, but the kids in there are pretty annoying. That's all I need to say. Anywayssss, third period, physical science. It's alright. I guess. Not interesting, but it doesn't make me feel like tearing my limbs off. Fourth period, geometry. Same as third period, but another of my best friends for eternity are there, so that makes it better. And also lunch time in that class!!!! 🤤 Fifth period, English. TWO of my forever friends are there!! But I hate, hate, HATE the teacher (/hj), because she made us do some "all about me" bs because she wasn't at the stinkin open house day. Sixth period, US History. I fucking LOVE the teacher, she's so sweet. I also feel like she's a closeted lesbian in a lavender marriage (with a FUGLY husband, btw. I'm not lying. He looks like an uncooked hotdog with a neckbeard...) because she has lesbian flag colors all over her classroom. Finally, seventh period. Band. Ughhhh.... hated it. I've been in band since 6th grade, and now I wanna get the hell out. My mom is forcing me to continue this year, though, because she says I have too much potential to quit so early, even though it's been 3 or 4 years. 😒

TUESDAY: Pretty normal. Kinda the same as Monday. Kept working on the art assignment for first period, and took it home to finish up the sketches. In second period, we did this online and workplace safety quiz (and I got a 100% first try btw 👅)  and we started on lecture stuff and my gosh... why the hell was 1/3 of the class screaming at 9 in the morning. Fucking insane. Also, after that class ended, some guy started walking with me, started singing "I'm Sorry, Ms. Jackson" (or whatever tf that song's called), and immediately started begging for my Insta the second I started smiling. Ew. Third period... null and void!!! Can't remember what happened. Fourth period, we did a review thing. I lowkey struggled, because my brain was absolutely FRIED from bingeing YouTube and reading fanfics all summer. My memory came back after 10 minutes, though, so yippee. Fifth period. All about me stuff. Again. Screaming and puking my guts. Sixth period, we went over syllabus stuff (which also happened on Monday, but I forgot to mention that). Seventh period. Bleh. Playing marching band music. At my school, they make EVERY band member do marching band along with either symphonic or concert band, because they don't have enough people to do a seperate class for it. If you don't do marching, you get kicked out. They had marching practice after school that day, and I didn't show up. I also didn't show up to any of the summer practices, besides the first 3. Well, the reason why I stopped showing up because I almost passed out twice and had some weird breathing problem, and my mom didn't want me to go back to any of the practices after that. My theory for that is that I smoked too much weed in May and it probably fucked up my lungs (because I never had that breathing problem until after I hotboxed my room at 11 P.M. after my school's concert. I miss my pen. 💔). But anyways, I'm desperate to get kicked out so I can finally be free.

WEDNESDAY: It was my first time waking up late for this school year, because my stupid phone was dead!! I threw on the first outfit I could find and ran into my mom's car to go to my 8-hour session of modern day torture. I was still there before class even started, though, so that's good. When I brought my art assignment back, literally everyone at my table LOVED it. I almost busted, I love being validated and praised. Second period, continued lecture. My class FINALLY began to chill out a little bit, and now I KINDA find them funny. Third period, we started on a packet for graphing data. Still boring af. Fourth period, we had a QUIZ. ALREADY. Almost everyone failed, including me, btw. My 100% in that class dropped to a 74%. What a loss. Fifth period. Oh my days. All about me stuff, once again. Someone assassinate me. Sixth period, we had a syllabus quiz. We'd been going over it for the past 4 school days (since there were 2 school days the week prior), and I got a 98%!! Seventh period... marching band music.

THURSDAY: By far one of the funniest days, to me, yet (you'll see soon). We kinda had a free day in first period, so I just doodled in my sketchbook for most of it. Second period, more lecturing. Third period, graphing packet. Fourth period, though... 😇 At lunch, my class was sitting at our table (because instead of letting us go to whatever table we want, like the fun high schools, they still make us sit at assigned class tables. bleh). At the table in the row behind us, was the furry/therian girl with her class. (btw, I don't bully therians or furries, this girl just so happens to be known from her, uh... animalistic activities.) One of my friends look at her and notices something. She taps my shoulder, making me look up from my book that I was reading. She then says these words: "Summer pissed herself. Again." I put my hand over my mouth and I burst out laughing. Everyone else at my table knows as well, and they're all either laughing or just straight up disappointed. Btw, this happened 3 times last year. Also, last year, she got caught touching herself over the pants in the middle of class, and someone recorded her and spread it around the school. Anyways, back to the story. When she stood up, there was a HUGE wet spot on the back of her pants, but she just went on about her day like nothing happened! The smell also wafted towards me when she stood up, and holy shit... I almost vomited... After that, all of my other friends asked me about it, since I was one of the first-row witnesses, and it spread all over the school quick. Nice way to start off the school year, isn't it?  Anyways, the rest of my classes went fine. In seventh period, my band director announced that whoever didn't show up to practice that day was getting kicked out next week. I took my oppurtunity and went with it (not like I had a choice, though, because my mom doesn't let me go to marching practices anyways.). Also during that class, we had to play individual notes solo, because my band director wanted to sort out this problem with this one note in a song. My dumbass clarinet made a sound that sounded like a grown man wailing in pain, and my section leader looked like she wanted to beat my ass after that. After school, I told my mom about me possibly getting kicked out for not participating in marching. She then went on a rant about how I don't appreciate her and that I'm a selfish child that never tries to reciprocate the effort. I sat in silence and stared out the windshield for the rest of the car ride home, thinking about opening the car door and letting myself fall out the moving vehicle and onto the road, cracking my head open in the process. But my mom made me a meatball sub and went back to normal after that, so it's all good. 👍

FRIDAY: Fucking AMAZING. Not from school, but the event that happened after. First period, we did an escape room assignment on our Chromebooks. Second period, vocabulary quiz (got a 100%) and more lecture. Third period, graphing packet. Fourth period, literal equations practice (I'm surprisingly good at it). Fifth period, grammar practice stuff. Sixth period, signing up for this community college (because I forgot to mention that my history class is also a dual enrollment class). Seventh period, marching band, blah, blah, blah. When the day finally ended, my mom picked me up and stopped at the thrift store. While browsing through the clothes, I saw an absolute ANGEL. There was a lady who looked like a magical girl. High heeled boots, corset, white flowy skirt, everything. I was gagged. I walked up to her and told her I liked her outfit with all the confidence I had. She smiled at me, thanked me, and said I was super pretty, and I almost exploded. I giggled and ran off, like an idiot, behind one of the high dress racks to go find my mom. I didn't tell her about it, but I was smiling hard. After that, I browsed around a little more, found a few cute things, ran into the girl a few more times (I didn't look at her because I thought I'd freak out), and went home. What made my day even better was that my mom brought me some Thai drunken noodles!!!!!!!!! EHEEEE it was so awesome!!!!!

Alright, I'm done yapping. Hope I didn't waste ur time, hehe.

XOXO, Shaylee