Time Again

Classes

Walking into school shows the different groups which linger to themselves. The jockeys, the girls who are obsessed with them, theater kids, and other random groups always form. I don't have a group where I belong. I usually always stay to myself. I used to try to involve and introduce myself, in the end it never went well. I arrived at the first class of the day. I head to the left hand corner of the class, I do this out of instinct to be away from the rowdier kids.

First period is  English, lucky for me it is an okay class. English class is usually based on reading, analyzing, and taking notes. It's one of my favorite classes. Today class was mainly on note taking and the analysis of the few chapters of the book we are reading in class. After finishing my analysis, I start looking at the clock watching the seconds hand tick by very slowly. Watching the clock put me into a trance. The ringing of the bell woke me time to go to the next class. I start to pack my things to head to chemistry. I start the walk to the next period.

Chemistry is one of the classes I struggle in. Junior is supposed to be the hardest year for academics. For me junior year is a struggle for my social skills. Chemistry is about experiments. I've tried experiments but the experiments I tried failed. That's one way I relate to chemistry. Chemistry for some reason requires a lot of collaboration which is why I hate the class. It's not that I don't do well, it's the fact that I have to interact. Today in class we had to collaborate to perform an experiment but of course, I'm putting a group with people who think I'm not worthy enough. I tend to stay on the sidelines and clean up after them. I am okay with working with people if I know them or doesn't bother me as much. But, everyone seems to think that I am a pushover. Throughout the experiment I was grouped with two other people. I am usually always paired with them. Sara and John are the members of the group. John is close and always helping Sara. Just looking at them makes me sick. Seeing girls act dumb and clueless to get a boy's attention just makes me sick. I am just taking the data and not even participating at this point. Once the lab was finished, I took the lab materials which were used and cleaned them; as Sara and John proceeded to copy down my notes. After drying my hands from the cleaning of beakers and graduated cylinders the bell rings.  I put my notes into my bag and proceed to walk to my next class, Math.

I have always been good at math. It's more independent which helps with my nonexistent social skills. We are just taking notes on some random formula we will never use in the real world and doing practice problems. I put on my headphones after the lesson was done and began working on the practice problems. The bell rings right when I finish the last problem. I turned in my paper and proceeded to walk out of the class.

Spanish class is one of the classes required to be taken at this school for 3 years straight. It's one of the classes I dread to be in for the purpose of speaking. I struggle to not only speak out loud, but to a room full of hormonal teens. Every word you say, if not done correctly will be mocked by the students. I try to avoid any eye contact so I won't have to speak much. As I walked to my seat, I noticed an unfamiliar face. I choose to ignore any eye contact though, only so that I don't have to introduce or say anything. At least, I'm pretty much invisible. Class today was more of catching the new student up on what we were learning so far. The students around the new kid asked more generic questions. The class wasn't hell as much. I was grateful for it.

Lunch happens after 3rd period. This is always hell for me. I usually grab some food if it actually looks cooked and go sit outside. I try to avoid the cafeteria and any crowds as possible. I just listen to music and eat the only really good part of the school food, the fruits. I ate an apple while watching the cars go by the school.

History is my last class. I walk into class and heading to my seat. I tend to arrive early since I come from lunch. I sometimes talk to the teacher. Mr. Hart. He was not in class, so I just sat at my regular seat. Right when I was grabbing my notes from my bag, the students start to swarm in. As the class was getting fuller I manage to get by things situated. The students were loud as ever and I just played some time killer game on my phone to pass time. The desks are paired, every seat has another next to it. I usually have nobody next to me. But, right before the bell rings, the new kid with the rest of the students come in. They are violating the poor guys personal space and finally end up shutting up. The new kid stood awkwardly in the back of the classroom as Mr. Hart was explaining his rules and unit to help him figure out what we are learning. The kid walks up to me and asks if the seat is taken, I shake my head no. I motioned him to sit down to show its okay. Mr. Hart proceeds to start the class, of course with his random story. His story's will always be random but in the end will be related to something history.

"Thanks for letting me sit here." The new kid whispers to me.

"No problem. Nobody sits there anyways." I respond.

The class goes on as usual. After the long lecture on something with the Revolutionary War the bell rings. We are finally dismissed. The students crowd around the new kid asking more questions. I quietly grab my things to head out to my car. My brother has practice and I have to work, so our mother picks him up after her work. I felt the gaze of a person; staring at me walking out, but am I just imagining it?