Update: May 4 2016
I could not believe how fast my school turned into to a zoo or at least felt like one. It was Friday so I was not all that surprised by the rude and unruly behavior that my fellow classmates were showing. But I was quite the bookworm. I was someone that nobody expected to join in on all the fun things they were doing but I did every now and then, they just didn't know that I did. That is one secret I plan on keeping to myself.
The one thing that was driving them the craziest though was the school's new literary magazine. The newest issue was released today and it was supposed to announce the winner of the writing contest and everyone (including me) wanted to win it. The grand prize for winning the contest was an all-expenses paid trip to England for one year as an exchange student and a thousand-dollar scholarship to any college of their choice. It was a trip of a lifetime that I was hoping to win.
Winning the contest would be the only way I could go to England without waiting several years to go as college and student loans would come first and that meant no trip to anywhere further than another town in my home state of Washington. I would like to make it across the state lines before my time comes but I am eighteen so that is a long way off.
I snagged a copy of the magazine before my sixth hour class and read it while the teacher lectured on something that I knew enough about, it was Abraham Lincoln and I've known about him since before I even started school and did a report on him last year for Presidents' Day. He was, is and will probably always be my favorite president and but I didn't need to hear about him again.
"Class dismissed, and remember I want your papers on Lincoln's assassination on Monday." Mr. Bertie said just before the bell signaling the end of class rang.
I grabbed my bag and stuffed the magazine into the front pocket and hurried off to my second to last class or as I call it my own personal hell also known as gym class. It was also the class that let the all the jocks (male and female) get a free passing grade just because they played a sport or waved pompoms around in the air. It was an unofficial rule because the school districts official stance was that all students had to have a C grade or higher to participate in extracurricular activities weather they were on the baseball team or dancing backup in the spring musical to the debate team (that went to state).
I never really did anything extra for school but enter a writing contest or two if it struck my fancy. I have never won anything but I have gotten a few honorable mentions that even my dad did not know about.