It felt like the clock was going at snail pace. We didn't have any assignment today, just a warm up and a lecture. I could've sworn that to my knowledge, lectures didn't control time. I guess Mrs. Golding didn't get the memo.
Carson and I kept stealing glances, mostly exasperated looks and a few 'what I wouldn't give' expressions.
The clock looked like it was dying, the second hand moving slower and slower. I was pretty sure that I heard someone banging their head on their desk. If you could call them desks, most of us sat at lab tables on the edges of the room, a measly amount of desks in the center of the room. The room itself had windows in the very back, along with Mrs. Golding's desk, which you couldn't see because of all the papers on her desk.
We did do fun things in her class, sometimes, mostly we just took notes, with a few labs placed when the school year needed some more 'hands on' things.
Honestly, would it kill her to do some interactive things, not just lecture us while we take notes? Her tests are the worst because we're 'honors' we have to have harder tests, as if taking biology wasn't enough, everyone else is taking regular science.
Ugh, fifteen more minutes till the bell, Mrs. Golding has finally stopped lecturing. While passing out our assignments, the lab aid was passing out graded papers. We did this paper two weeks ago! She doesn't even have that many students, not compared with the other teachers, and she has lab aids, they help her grade things! It's ridiculous how she has her desk clustered with assignments, quizzes, and tests. Even when she organizes it, it's not clean, just less messy.
At last the bell rings, I almost ran out, until I remembered my stuff and homework and Carson. We walked to Spanish together, almost too close to be friends.
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Uniform pickup for marching band was today, I'm so tired, but I have to shop for a new backpack today. My entire uniform was $80! and that was Just the stuff we were required to have, not even the actual formal marching stuff. I had to buy a baseball-style hat, wind pants, and the official shorts that we wore when we weren't wearing the formal marching outfit. (didn't have to buy the formal one). Thank goodness my friend gave me a pair of her older brother's marching shoes, and that they fit. I didn't have to buy the official shirt that we had to wear, I got one last year that I kept. it's dri-fit too! The marching uniform was so hot, I was sweating buckets and that was just my own body heat, I wasn't even outside yet!
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The Mind of The Average Teenager
Teen FictionBecause I got bored. I changed parts of the third chapter because I realized I was writing Carson's schedule.