Dear Diary,
My first day of middle school went really well, I think. I had math first, with Mr. Addison. He made this joke at the beginning of class that he wishes his name was Mr. Addition, because then he'd be the perfect math teacher. We went around and said our name and one thing we'd bring to a picnic that started with the same letter as our name. I said my name was Holly, and that I'd bring honey, which this boy, Hunter, said he was going to do, but he then said hummus. He and I talked after class, because we also have science together, and he seems nice. Maybe he could be a good friend. He went to Hartman Elementary, while I went to Godwin. He also introduced me to his friend from Hartman, Maggie. She likes math, too, but she prefers science, and she wants to be an astronaut when she grows up. I know Dad was really into science, and that's what he did with Mr. and Mrs. Schwartz, but I guess I like math more.
Science class wasn't as interesting as math, but I guess I already said that. Mrs. Andrews is as old as my grandma, and her glasses are about as big as a car windshield. In fact, I think she went to school with Isaac Newton, since she talked about him and Albert Einstein so much. She's no Einstein, though; she got really mad at me for disagreeing with her that science is the most important subject in school. I just asked her which came first, science or math, and whether science could exist without math. She didn't like that very much. Mom told me that teachers don't get paid very well, and I should appreciate that she's there for us, but so what? Get better at your job, or stop teaching and let someone else deal with students teach. I don't like people who talk to me like I'm three years old. I'm not an adult, sure, but I'm not an idiot.
History isn't that interesting, and nothing much happened. I'm a bigger fan of stories people make up than I am of the ones that actually happened because who cares? It happened in the past. I'll do fine in the class, and Ms. Gregoire seems to like me, but who wants to learn about America? I hear enough about that every day on the news on my phone. I mean, from what I've learned, it seems to be about a bunch of white people taking stuff that doesn't belong to them. You know what they call those people today? Criminals. Oh, Jenna was in the class, since it was just an honors class, but because we have assigned seating, she was on the other side of the room.
Gym was last today. All it is is people running around, so nothing ever happens that's interesting there. The only real difference was the locker-room, which made me a little uncomfortable since we never had to wear uniforms at Godwin, but that's fine. I heard that back in the day, people had to get completely undressed, which would make me too uncomfortable, but they don't do that anymore.
I saw Maggie again at the buses, and we exchanged numbers, but she misspelled my last name: it's Lambert, not Lamberth. Haha, it was just a typo, though, and we both had a pretty funny laugh over it. Her last name is Walters, which is funny because Dad's name was Walter. She doesn't live too far from me, actually, and Mom said she can hang out soon, if I want. That'll be cool.
I wonder what Dad's first day of middle school was like.
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