Author's Note: I will be entering Rant Mode in this chapter. And there will be cursing. Sorry for the inconvenience.
BTW, this chapter doesn't do anything other than establish main figures in my eighth grade year.
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"Oh, hi. Did I miss anything?" I asked when I walked inside on the first day of eighth grade. Brittany, Kirsten, and two men looked at me. One of them was Mr. M, the Latin and Spanish teacher. He was bald and wore lots of dress shirts, pants, and shoes, along with glasses. The other guy was Mr. Chris, the new band teacher. He had dark brown hair and a warm, fuzzy beard. He too wore lots of dress shirts, pants, and shoes. They were all sitting on two fuzzy blue couches.
"Nothing much, Mia. We were just talking about eighth grade. Sit down." Mr. M commanded.
"Okay."
Mr. M and Mr. Chris then proceeded to talk about many things, but I couldn't remember any of them. Then it was time for Opening. Opening was the same as it was last year. Principal G then droned on and on about how the first day of school was his favorite day of the whole year. He must really love school if the first day of school really was his favorite day. I, on the other hand, always hated the first day. To me, it meant back to school and wasting half your energy on random knowledge.
*ENTERING RANT MODE*
Why do we have to learn cursive? This isn't 1900. Everything's all digital now, and it's only gonna get more digital from here. And long division isn't very necessary too. We could use calculators. Why not teach us coding and 3D printing? That could be useful.
Seriously...how is playing the recorder and singing in a round gonna help us at all in life? Okay, we get it---you want us to learn music because it can be fun. I remember being excited to learn recorder in third grade, but afterwards, I just started to HATE IT. And after singing in rounds all year this year, I started to hate it. Thanks, Ms. Schmidt.
...Why, just why do we have to memorize the periodic table of fucking elements? I remember Brittany, Kirsten, and I had to memorize it all in two weeks because our science teacher was a dud. By that time, I only knew what noble gases and halogens are.
WHY THE FUCK IS LATIN NECESSARY?! Okay, as an A student in Latin, I can tell you it helps if you're learning any of the Romance languages, because they all came from that. But Latin's a dead language so...
There are so many useless things to learn in school, the list could go on and on...
*EXITING RANT MODE*
So Opening ended and our day went as usual. Sorry for my little outburst.
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