Anger's POV
Who the Dickens are you and what are you doing in here? Oh, Joy sent you. Right, we've got to do the stupid History of Sarah. Before we start, I'm Anger, and I do not want to hear any interruptions of any sort. I just want to get this done ASAP. You got that? You better have.
So Disgust was supposed to have left off at the end of our year at that stupid public school. Once that summer was over, we found ourselves in the uniform of Third Cross Lutheran Church's elementary school. We'd been going to the church for years, and I had no idea how Mom thought we could handle going to school at a church.
First of all, our classroom was tiny. So was the class size. We were, like, one of three third graders in the entire freaking school, and the only fourth grader. And our classmates? Talk about weird. The third graders were pretty mean initially, even though Joy forced us into friendship with them. The fifth graders we shared a class with the next year weren't as bad, but still pretty excluding. We found ourselves playing alone every stinking day.
There was this bully. What you thought we left Ralph and Jesse at Duke? We did. This kid was named Simon, and he was a total freak. He didn't even try to get good grades. I'll admit, his twin sis Kim was nice, but he was not!
I think the worst thing might have been the stupid Bible story reenactments. Every Wednesday, the special class was chapel, and every student in the school headed down into the sanctuary to do something immature. Every class rotated through hosting the event. Usually, our class did some stupid reenactment. ganted, we did have some good stuff during that time, like the play about the Civil War. We played a woman who dressed up as a man who dressed up as a woman. It's complicated. That particular play formed the first Core Memory for Drama Island, for the record. But those other plays? We had to play a sheep once. More than enough has been said.
I tell ya, I could go on and on about how bad this school was. The teachers were all freakishly weird, sarah hadn't gotten her Aspergers' down yet so we found ourselves doing really stupid things, so on and so forth. And the entire thing kind of forced our family into church every Sunday. There are better things to do with a Sunday!
Okay, that's it, I am done talking about that miserable excuse for a school. Sadness can fill you in with more details but I am out of here!