First day of senior year

-It’s been one day of senior year back in my high school, and already, I’m reminded how much I desperately want to graduate. It’s only been 8 ½ hours and I already hate this fucking place. I have no friends in ANY of my classes, and I don’t have lunch with any of my friends either. What the HELL?! I wasn’t expecting to see my friends ALL THE TIME during the school year, but Jesus Christ! In US Gov, I know 1 person I’m cool with: this girl named Kendall, and she’s cool but we aren’t that tight, you know? I have lunch at like 11:00 in the morning which means for 4 ½ hours straight I can’t eat anything after lunch. FUCK that, bro. My suburbam school is full of the same copy and paste people. With their Lulu-Lemon; their frosted tips; their Utah curls; their fake smiles, and their G-Wagon they got at 16 that's filled with Taylor Swift and Luke Bryan CDs. (Of course, not everyone is like that. That's just me being bitter.)

I had algebra after history, which pretty much speaks for itself. We did a diagnostic test and to be honest, I just stared at the math questions for 30 minutes and circled in random answers. I just couldn't be bothered. Next was Spanish 3. Not only did I not know anyone in that class, but it was also filled to the brim with underclassmen, especially freshmen. Lord, have mercy. This is also a class where we can’t speak English and only Spanish. That’s fine. With some practice, I can do that with no problem.

 Our teacher, Sr. Traynham was this short, old-fashioned cat who wore a flat cap and was practically covered in pink attire. He tried talking to everyone in Spanish for like 30 minutes and eventually gave up after the clueless freshmen just didn’t seem to get it. Guess I was the only one practicing my Spanish this year. By the time Sr. Traynham finished introducing himself, he started SINGING this song called “Take Your Time” by this old 80’s group in front of EVERYONE. I looked around at my classmates and everyone (including me) was either snickering or hiding in their shirt in embarrassment. 

Finally, I had my last class of the day: AP English Literature. This class is new for me since I’ve never taken an AP class before.  Our teacher, Ms. Bridges, seemed nice enough but due to the alarming amount of Taylor Swift posters in her classroom, it was easy to say that she had a favorite artist. I tried talking to some of my classmates in this class but it’s so awkward. It’s like trying to talk to a teenaged scarecrow with a permanently disgusted look on its face. It felt like they could smell if someone near them had less than a 4.0 GPA. Most of these kids have already been in AP Lang with Ms. Bridges so I was kind of left out of the many inside jokes that were said.

Right now, I’m in bed, forever thankful that today was a Friday and that I had a whole weekend before I have to go back to this trash heap. This is going to be a “great year”. Good grief.