I'm an expressive person. I enjoy expression. Emotion, atleast.
It's the second day of school, and I've met all my teachers. I start off with Gym and Chorus, and I already know my Chorus teacher, so nothing new about him.
Then there's second period. Math. Math B2. Enriched.
I was late on the first and second days, but my teacher was apathetic about it.
Actually, she's apathetic in general.
Always.
I didn't mind as much the first day that she had to talk in a monotone voice for 40 minutes, it's the first day, there's instruction to be given.
The second day? We were reviewing complex fractions with negative exponents, and all she did was assign us problems and go over them.
In a monotone voice, all the way.
For an hour and a half.
Third period I have a Health teacher who puts her opinions into teaching the course, but she had a fun activity today, so it's possible to bear her.
Even though I have lunch inbetween that period, and I sit next to a poster of gonorrhea. Whatever.
Fourth is by far my favorite. My school has come up with this witty new course recently, and they call it Globish. Global History and English combined. See? Told you it was witty.
My English teacher is the complete opposite of my monotone Math teacher. She puts passion into her teaching, I could tell even on the first day.
My global teacher is absolutely hilarious, and claims to be the biggest nerd in the school, and dares us to challenge him.
I did, and he started to take my challenge serious when I was the only person to raise my hand when he asked if anyone kept a blog.
So, with that pick-me-up at the end of the day, and Health being bearable, all I have to do is get through monotone math land and I'll survive my day.
Masque and Mime starts soon enough, anyways :]
16 years ago
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