I always hated atlanta no matter who I met or where I was it just wasn't home....or at least my home these weren't my friends and this wasn't where I wanted to be. Around the time of August 2013 was probably the first time in my life where I felt like shit. Cause in about two weeks I would be attending dunwoody high school a.k.a Not North springs. I attended north springs my freshman and sophomore year those two years alone were crazy from fist fights to smoking weed to loosing my virginity to skipping school to go play monopoly with a very close friend of mine it was kinda like a second buffalo but nowhere close to it, it was kinda like you had that one teacher who was cool as shit and didnt really care what happened he was kinda laid back and chill about most situations, yea That's buffalo and north springs was the one substitue who was as equally cool and laid back. Yea and then the principal or the school superintendent fires both of them and he gives you some wack ass teacher to replace both. Yea That's my dad and stepmom forcing me to switch schools, basically killing my fun. August 24th rolls around I just got done going through pre school hell, believe it or not this dumbass school with these dumbass people already messed up schedule so for the first week I was stuck in a bunch of classes that I didn't need or if I was in those classes I would've flunked out. But all that changed when they finally got my schedule right it read
Roland williams
11th grade
First block: Band II
Second block: Chemistry
Third block: Us History
Fourth block: Latin II
Knowing damn well I did not play an instrument I went to get my schedule changed to something more appropriate like cooking or weight training. In the process of changing both of those classes are full so my lovely counselor "Mrs. Love" asked me what class should she put me in I looked her in her face and said surprise me she let out a chuckle sorta Kinda and said ok and wrote a class number on the door so I walk to said door and just before I can open it the bell rings well whoever that teacher is or whatever that class is sure got lucky. Second block was ok I guess the teacher was African couldn't really understand him but he was on his stuff nice powerpoints and he didnt do that bullshit greeting that all teachers do when a new student arrives that class went by pretty smooth but this next period...3rd period boy was I in for a suprise
