It's my Senior year of High School and I here I am sitting in College and Careers with a bunch of people I don't even like. I could be doing something else with my time.. like not interacting with my "fellow students". I scan the room; there must be at least twenty-five or more of them packed in this small office. Now I'm glad that I got here early, because I got to pick a seat near the back, as opposed to those who have to stand up because all the chairs are taken. Ms. Rohe is talking to us from her desk going on about the steps we have to take in order to properly graduate, you know, all that educational system script crap.
"You don't have to pick a major now," she said "but you should probably choose a College soon..." she paused, then went off script "IF you want to go to college. Otherwise you're just wasting both mine and your time being here"
There was an uncomfortable shuffling moving about the room. I glanced at a couple of people and I could tell that they had wanted to leave but were too afraid of the judgement they would receive from not only their peers, but Ms. Rohe as well. As much as I dislike my peers, I can very well understand how Ms. Rohe was making them feel. It's both a blessing and curse I suppose. On the other side of the room I saw a girl raise her hand and damn did she look determined. Ms. Rohe acknowledged her. "Yes, Ms. Bloom?" she said with an exasperated sigh "Pardon me if I cross a line, Ms. Rohe, but I feel that your comment about a students decision on whether or not to attend college was very inappropriate. I understand you must be frustrated dealing with people who don't take education seriously, but in the future I'm sure everyone, include myself, would appreciate it if you weren't so harsh." Again, more uncomfortable shuffling in the room. My eyes fixated on this Bloom girl trying to figure out what her deal was, but she looked over and caught my gaze. I looked away quickly. Her eyes make me uncomfortable. Generally, looking people in the eyes is not really my forte.
The bell rang, never giving Ms. Rohe a chance to recover from the shock of being called out by a student. I stood up as fast as I could and escaped the room as quickly and quietly as possible. For some reason I got the feeling that that Bloom girl would try and catch me before I left. I was right. Or at least I thought I was. About halfway out the doors to the student parking lot I felt someone grab at my jacket sleeve. "Fuck." I thought "This is it, I've been captured and now I'm going to be tortured until I speak." A male's voice spoke, a tinge of an accent on his tongue "Excuse me, your journal fell out of your backpack" I turned around to face a guy a few inches or so taller than me, dressed in a sweater vest that looked like it wasn't from this time period. His hair was styled in a comb over and he wore loafers and dress pants, yet he didn't look as lame as you would think. He handed the journal over to me, looked me over and gave me a vague smile before turning around and walking away into a sea of students. I stood there for a moment trying to realize what just happened. Did that guy seriously just... check me out? I shook it off. I stuffed my journal into my backpack and made sure it was zipped up this time as I finally walked out the doors and made way to my car.