I just woke up.
I haven't brushed my teeth or gotten dressed, but I am blogging about what I think might happen today. Today is my first day of grade twelve, and I'm nervous. Not about the people or the classes, but about what could happen. The Minotaur could attack, or my father could make a surprise appearance. Both of which are nerve-wracking.
My mother is excited for my last first day, but that doesn't mean I am. Before I know it, I'll be back at camp, counselling kids on how to behave during the summer.
The only way that this year could turn out the way I want it to is if Annabeth and I are to have a majority of the same classes. The last time they separated us, the school almost burned down due to an attack. The principal understood his mistake and hasn't made it since.
We get our schedules once we arrive at school.
When I arrive at school, I won't need to stop by the office to find my schedule; it will be ready in my locker.
Also, swim tryouts are after school, and I can't wait to choose who will be able to participate on the team. I feel bad not being able to choose everyone, but due to the seriousness of varsity swim, only the top ten swimmers can be on the team, nine people, including me.
That's the only reason I'm excited to get to the end of the day. Seeing my close friends and Annabeth is why I'm most excited.
Schooling has never been my strong suit, but due to the understanding I've made with the teachers and fellow students, they allow me to work at my own pace. They know that if I don't find an interest in a subject, they're not going to use my ADHD as a reason why. It is partly that, but my dyslexia is also bad.
Okay, enough morning talk. I have to go shower and get ready for school.
I'll update you all once school and tryouts are out.
Peace out,
Percy Jackson.