I was walking to Mr. Henry's class in building 8 alone, because Tamar had culinary next. I was looking at my peers smiling and waving at people I knew from past years. I could still feel the stares of people which kind of made me nervous and made me increase my stride. I did not like to be stared at. Because I knew I would be having trouble in Math, I made the decision to sit front row, I didn't care if I looked like a nerd, I needed my grade. I sit down and began to take out my blue composition notebook and my lucky pencil and wrote down what was on the board. Mr. Henry was older and short and stocky, with thinning black hair. If you asked me, he looked and dressed more like a depressed history teacher. Because this was an Algebra 2 class, there were going to be Juniors and Seniors in this class. I hoped they would be nice.
I looked at the clock, the bell should be ringing soon. Mr. Henry got up and spoke in a boring nonchalant tone.
"I'm Mr. Henry, your Algebra 2 teacher. Look, I know you don't want to be here, and neither do I, so let's just make it easy for all of us and do what we're supposed to do". He spoke as if he was talking to kindergartners. This was going to be a long dragged out hour every fucking day.
I could tell this was going to be a challenging class for me. I looked around the class for some potential tutors, and spied Krystal sitting in the back laughing and giggling about something Kyle had said. I turned around quick. This chick must be smart if she has this class. I'll talk to her later to see if she's down to tutor me.
Mr. Henry put up a daily warm-up on the promethean board and sat down at his desk and put his head down. What a loser. I had a feeling Mr. Henry wouldn't be teaching much this year.
I got to work. 5 minutes to the bell, Mr.Henry thought it was time to wake up from his nap, and bombard the class with 2 pages of homework. What the fuck? You didn't even teach us shit. How do we have homework already? I angrily blasted out the classroom at the sound of the bell.
The next class I had was gym. WOOHOO!
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