Date: August 30, 2010
Mood: A thousand things mashed together
Alright. First day of school. Perfect time to start a journal, diary, thing. Whatever you want to call it. No offense to you, uh...Diary? Ugh. That's so cliché. Whatever. I already wrote it. Anyway, I'm Jemima. I think I should introduce myself. I like to sing. I start high school today. All of my friends ride a different bus. If my handwriting's crap right now, that's why. It's ridiculous how rattly and bumpy this chunk of yellow metal is.
So far, the topic of school has that same excitement and total dread feeling that I always get right before. I wonder how different it will be from the last school. We only have four more years before college. All of that junk that worries me.
I wonder if any of my friends are in my classes. I only just got my schedule last night, and I haven't talked to anyone because Dad surprised Mom and I with a vacation for the week before school started. So I didn't get to have the usual big last-burst of summer celebration with everyone like usual. But, anyway, here it is: Jemima's Amazing First Semester School Schedule! (Did I really just write that? Wow. Maybe I'm more cliché than I realized...)
First Hour: Biology. (I hate science and everything it has to do with it)
Second Hour: (Mon-Thurs) AP English Literature, (Fri) Choir (YAY)
Third Hour: World History (If we could focus on the mythology parts of the ancient cities, I'd be happy)
(Lunch)
Fifth Hour: Pre-calculus (Oh, fun. Too bad I forgot everything I learned last year.)
Sixth Hour: (Mon, Wed-Fri) French, (Tues) Home Economics
I'm excited about Home Ec. I heard that you get to sew pajama pants. But my neighbor, who's a junior, said that the Pre-Calc teacher is a monster. I'm scared.
Well, I think I have the bus that always arrives first, which sucks. It's always awkward when there's no one but the teachers and their fake smiles on the campus. I'm going to go poke around the library. Maybe this one will have decent books instead of all the yucky old ones at the other school.
~xoxox~
Electra's in my first hour. She sit's behind me. And Misto's showed up in my second hour. In third I'm with Victoria, Pounce, Etcetera, and Leccy again.
First hour was horrible. I found out we're going to dissect frogs. I think I'll throw up. I hope I do. Then I won't have to do it. Or so I'm told.
It's lunch right now. Vic and Cettie are both writing in their notebooks. I think they started journals too. Victoria's also multitasking by strangling her brownie. It must not taste very good. Cettie forgot her lunch again. She did that all year last year. Leccy's mad at Vic. Apparently she's being antisocial. I'm going to talk to them now.
~xoxox~
I knocked my bottle of lemonade over. It spilled on Victoria. I'll give her my cookie, since her brownie is dead.
...I hope she's not too mad.
~xoxox~
Victoria was in my fifth hour. She got caught by the teacher writing in her journal. Mrs. Nigella read it out loud. I didn't pay much attention. I was too busy trying to hide my journal. My neighbor was right. This teacher...she's pure evil, man. I'm scared of her. And she's Russian. And the foreign language she was teaching? We're supposed to have a test on it next week. Maybe if I dig out my notebooks from last year I'll understand. Maybe. Probably not. Crap. I'm going to fail the first test of the year.
I'm in French right now. And I realized that the teachers put me in the front row of class in all my classes. Except electives. Those start next week or something. But, anyway, I noticed this because when I went towards the back and sat, where I hopefully wouldn't get noticed 'cause no one I know is in this class, Mr. Ducre moved me right on up to the front row.
JUST 'CAUSE I'M SHORT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T SEE THE BOARD FROM THE BACK OF THE ROOM!
Yeah. So, I'm just going to pay attention now. I don't want to get in trouble for not listening.
~xoxox~
Date: August 31, 2010
Mood: Don't make me go to school. Please. I'm too tired.
I'm in the library. I couldn't write on the bus to save my life. This morning, when I got on, all the seats were taken. And I couldn't get anyone to scoot over, so when someone FINALLY did, it was still only enough room for less than half of me.
And I'm tiny.
So I was suffering with trying to keep from falling onto the disgusting floor of the bus this morning. Fun.
...I wish there was someone to talk too. I'm bored, and I'm too tired to get up and look for a book to read. Screw the homework I didn't do.
~xoxox~
Some queen just sat next to me. Her name is Jade, and she's really pretty. She wants to be on the cheerleading team. I told her I hoped she would make it. She said she liked my socks.
I have awesome socks. They're gray argile. I wore my black Mary-Jane-like shoes with them. I smiled at her.
I think I'm going to be friends with Jade. I'll invite her to eat lunch with us tomorrow. It also turns out she's in my Literature class. She also let me copy the homework that I didn't do. I let her copy the Pre-Calc notes she didn't get in her hour. I think she'll be a cheerleader that isn't a bitch. (I curse. Sometimes. When I'm tired. Like now.)
~xoxox~
My mom picked me up in carline today. I didn't have to ride the stupid smelly bus. The only downfall to this genius is that I have to listen to my mom ramble. She does that 'cause she doesn't like silence.
I found Victoria's diary in the French classroom. It was on the floor, and I wouldn't have seen it if I hadn't slipped and landed with my nose on it. I found out why she wore a bra on top of her shirt today. Also, I didn't realize she cursed so much. Maybe I would have if I had been listening with the evil math teacher read it out loud. Or maybe she just didn't say the cuss words. I don't know.
I found out that I'm very klutzy today. I couldn't stay on my feet. Slipping, tripping, falling, bumping, dropping. And when I dropped my book bag, all the millions of forms they give us on the first day flew everywhere. It took forever to get them all back, and it made me late to first hour. The teacher was just like, "It's fine, Jemima," and shooed me to my seat. In the first row.
...I hate being short.
(A/N): I did this because rawrrkitty and Nekosoda are awesome, and I'm one of their silent readers that reviews every once in a while. I need to review more often, 'cause their both really good writers.
But I claim Jemima. I haven't written about her since For Good, and that was a while ago.