After I exited the student center I walked through the halls still
trying to find Miranda and Gordo. Finally I gave up, and looked at my
schedule.
Homeroom: Davis, Fran
First Period: Adv. Algebra, Murray, Penny
Second Period: Spanish I, Lawson, Barbara
Third Period: World History, Smith, Jay
Fourth Period: Biology, Holton, Chris
Fifth Period: Lunch
Sixth Period: Yearbook, Kingston, Rachel
Seventh Period: English, Lars, Jayne
Yes, I joined the yearbook staff. Knowing that most likely Kate will be there to ruin every opportunity I would have to put a picture of me or my friends in it. This year I didn't want to fight to have a picture of me in the yearbook. When I look back on my high school career I at least want it to appear like I was popular and involved. Even if I'm not.
There was also a map attached, showing where all my classes where. I looked at my locker combination. It was on the exact other side of the school from my homeroom.
Noticing I had forgotten to put on my watch, I stopped the girl next to me and asked for the time.
She flipped her shiny brown hair over her shoulder, looked at me in disgust and said, "Can you tell time?" and pointed over my shoulder.
I turned around and there on the wall was a digital clock reading 8:16. I didn't even bother to point out that you don't need to know how to tell time to read a digital clock.
I glanced down on my map and started off towards what I hope was my homeroom. Right as I reached the door that I thought was my homeroom, the bell rang. Quickly I threw open the door to find a class full of upperclassman. Just as quickly as I opened the door, I slammed it again. Looking back down on the map I realized my homeroom was actually the room next door. I opened that door and slipped inside while the class faced the flag and said the Pledge of Allegiance.
I walked over to an empty desk and scanned the classroom. I saw Brooke Baker in a corner with some of her friends, and Gordo!
I kept on trying to make eye contact with Gordo as the teacher took roll, and then began the usual speech about need 50 forms back by Thursday. Finally she said homeroom only lasts for 15 minutes a day and that we can socialize for the remaining three minutes. As soon as she turned back to her desk, I grabbed my purse and walked over to Gordo's seat.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed, "I've been looking everywhere for you, I have *not* been having a good morning! Anyway can I see your schedule?" I said this all very fast.
Gordo looked at me in mild amusement, as he was used to my mile-a- minute mouth. He opened a folder and handed me his schedule.
As I examined it he said, "Don't you remember, we were all supposed to meet on the bus this morning."
"Yeah, I know, but I took, like, so long getting ready this morning so my mom took me." I replied. "Gordo, all of these class are advanced, or Pre-IB."
"Yeah, I know, but hey, at least we have homeroom and Spanish together." He said, not sounding too concerned.
"Wait, Gordo, we don't have lunch together?" I said, panicked.
"Nope." He said, looking a little down. He brightened then pulled another sheet of paper out of his folder. "Here, I copied down Miranda's schedule. Take a look."
I grabbed her schedule from his hand and began comparing it to mine. It looks like we had World History, Biology, Lunch, and English together. I smiled, at least I would have a friendly face in all but Yearbook, and Algebra.
As soon as the bell rang, Gordo took off to some advanced class and promised to save me a seat in Spanish. I glanced at my map and took off to Algebra.
Forty-five minutes later I walked out of that classroom, thoroughly bored, but happy. A pretty Oriental girl, named Anita, had sat next to me and we spent the whole hour making fun of how Mrs. Murray talked.
Next was Spanish and right when I entered the room I saw Gordo smiling at me through his curls and gesturing for me to come over.
I slid in the seat next to him, smiling, and gushing about how much fun high school is. He grinned back and when the teacher entered, speaking Spanish, we both stared blankly at her. I took one look at Gordo and then couldn't help but giggle at the confused look on his face.
He looked back at me and started laughing too. Now, I think we made idiots of ourselves, but then, it seemed like the funniest thing in the world.
When that class ended I hurried off to World History, excited to finally see Miranda.
"Miranda!" I cried once I saw her.
"Lizzie!" Miranda exclaimed back. We both started talking at warp speed about what had happened so far. And, being best friends, we both understood every word the other said.
"High school rocks." I concluded.
"Totally." Miranda agreed.
We sat and passed notes and whispered through the next two classes. Finally, it was lunch, and Miranda said some girls she had met had asked her to sit with them.
I looked worriedly at her. "Where will I sit?" I asked, kind of pathetically.
Miranda grabbed my arm and rolled her eyes. "When they asked me to sit with them, they asked my best friend too!" She replied.
I smiled and we both hurried off to the student center.
Miranda's group of friends were fun and energetic. They were constantly telling jokes, and people kept on coming over to the table to say "Hi."
Every time a person came over, one of the girls would say, "Oh, and this is our new friend, Miranda Sanchez." Miranda would smile, wave, and make some witty remark. Then, as an afterthought another girl would say, "Oh, and her friend Lizzie." I would too, smile and wave, never noticing that the girls didn't want me there.
Once lunch was over Miranda and I headed to the hall together.
"I think they really liked me!" I told Miranda excitedly.
"Yeah." She said with less enthusiasm.
We both went our separate ways and I headed to yearbook where I was greeted by, none other then, Kate Saunders.
"I didn't know they let Losers on the yearbook staff." Kate snidely said to the upper-class girl next to her as soon as she saw me.
The girl looked at Kate and then with fire in her eyes slowly said "They don't, I chose everyone on the staff. Are you implying I chose losers, Kate?"
Kate blushed harder then I thought possible and began making excuses.
I laughed as I walked by and made a mental note to tell Miranda and Gordo about this later.
Finally it was the end of the day. It felt like the end of the best day of my life. Kate had been told off, I met a bunch of cool, new people, and I heard about a lot of things I wanted to join. I met Miranda and Gordo at the entrance and we all walked to the bus together. I smiled and waved to people passing us.
I felt on top of the world.
Homeroom: Davis, Fran
First Period: Adv. Algebra, Murray, Penny
Second Period: Spanish I, Lawson, Barbara
Third Period: World History, Smith, Jay
Fourth Period: Biology, Holton, Chris
Fifth Period: Lunch
Sixth Period: Yearbook, Kingston, Rachel
Seventh Period: English, Lars, Jayne
Yes, I joined the yearbook staff. Knowing that most likely Kate will be there to ruin every opportunity I would have to put a picture of me or my friends in it. This year I didn't want to fight to have a picture of me in the yearbook. When I look back on my high school career I at least want it to appear like I was popular and involved. Even if I'm not.
There was also a map attached, showing where all my classes where. I looked at my locker combination. It was on the exact other side of the school from my homeroom.
Noticing I had forgotten to put on my watch, I stopped the girl next to me and asked for the time.
She flipped her shiny brown hair over her shoulder, looked at me in disgust and said, "Can you tell time?" and pointed over my shoulder.
I turned around and there on the wall was a digital clock reading 8:16. I didn't even bother to point out that you don't need to know how to tell time to read a digital clock.
I glanced down on my map and started off towards what I hope was my homeroom. Right as I reached the door that I thought was my homeroom, the bell rang. Quickly I threw open the door to find a class full of upperclassman. Just as quickly as I opened the door, I slammed it again. Looking back down on the map I realized my homeroom was actually the room next door. I opened that door and slipped inside while the class faced the flag and said the Pledge of Allegiance.
I walked over to an empty desk and scanned the classroom. I saw Brooke Baker in a corner with some of her friends, and Gordo!
I kept on trying to make eye contact with Gordo as the teacher took roll, and then began the usual speech about need 50 forms back by Thursday. Finally she said homeroom only lasts for 15 minutes a day and that we can socialize for the remaining three minutes. As soon as she turned back to her desk, I grabbed my purse and walked over to Gordo's seat.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed, "I've been looking everywhere for you, I have *not* been having a good morning! Anyway can I see your schedule?" I said this all very fast.
Gordo looked at me in mild amusement, as he was used to my mile-a- minute mouth. He opened a folder and handed me his schedule.
As I examined it he said, "Don't you remember, we were all supposed to meet on the bus this morning."
"Yeah, I know, but I took, like, so long getting ready this morning so my mom took me." I replied. "Gordo, all of these class are advanced, or Pre-IB."
"Yeah, I know, but hey, at least we have homeroom and Spanish together." He said, not sounding too concerned.
"Wait, Gordo, we don't have lunch together?" I said, panicked.
"Nope." He said, looking a little down. He brightened then pulled another sheet of paper out of his folder. "Here, I copied down Miranda's schedule. Take a look."
I grabbed her schedule from his hand and began comparing it to mine. It looks like we had World History, Biology, Lunch, and English together. I smiled, at least I would have a friendly face in all but Yearbook, and Algebra.
As soon as the bell rang, Gordo took off to some advanced class and promised to save me a seat in Spanish. I glanced at my map and took off to Algebra.
Forty-five minutes later I walked out of that classroom, thoroughly bored, but happy. A pretty Oriental girl, named Anita, had sat next to me and we spent the whole hour making fun of how Mrs. Murray talked.
Next was Spanish and right when I entered the room I saw Gordo smiling at me through his curls and gesturing for me to come over.
I slid in the seat next to him, smiling, and gushing about how much fun high school is. He grinned back and when the teacher entered, speaking Spanish, we both stared blankly at her. I took one look at Gordo and then couldn't help but giggle at the confused look on his face.
He looked back at me and started laughing too. Now, I think we made idiots of ourselves, but then, it seemed like the funniest thing in the world.
When that class ended I hurried off to World History, excited to finally see Miranda.
"Miranda!" I cried once I saw her.
"Lizzie!" Miranda exclaimed back. We both started talking at warp speed about what had happened so far. And, being best friends, we both understood every word the other said.
"High school rocks." I concluded.
"Totally." Miranda agreed.
We sat and passed notes and whispered through the next two classes. Finally, it was lunch, and Miranda said some girls she had met had asked her to sit with them.
I looked worriedly at her. "Where will I sit?" I asked, kind of pathetically.
Miranda grabbed my arm and rolled her eyes. "When they asked me to sit with them, they asked my best friend too!" She replied.
I smiled and we both hurried off to the student center.
Miranda's group of friends were fun and energetic. They were constantly telling jokes, and people kept on coming over to the table to say "Hi."
Every time a person came over, one of the girls would say, "Oh, and this is our new friend, Miranda Sanchez." Miranda would smile, wave, and make some witty remark. Then, as an afterthought another girl would say, "Oh, and her friend Lizzie." I would too, smile and wave, never noticing that the girls didn't want me there.
Once lunch was over Miranda and I headed to the hall together.
"I think they really liked me!" I told Miranda excitedly.
"Yeah." She said with less enthusiasm.
We both went our separate ways and I headed to yearbook where I was greeted by, none other then, Kate Saunders.
"I didn't know they let Losers on the yearbook staff." Kate snidely said to the upper-class girl next to her as soon as she saw me.
The girl looked at Kate and then with fire in her eyes slowly said "They don't, I chose everyone on the staff. Are you implying I chose losers, Kate?"
Kate blushed harder then I thought possible and began making excuses.
I laughed as I walked by and made a mental note to tell Miranda and Gordo about this later.
Finally it was the end of the day. It felt like the end of the best day of my life. Kate had been told off, I met a bunch of cool, new people, and I heard about a lot of things I wanted to join. I met Miranda and Gordo at the entrance and we all walked to the bus together. I smiled and waved to people passing us.
I felt on top of the world.