My name's Sam, and this is my life. I live in a house with my mom, dad, and my brother, Anders. With my fourteen years on Planet Earth, I've learned one thing: you never know WHAT's going to happen next.
So I'm fourteen and extremely short for my age. I'm a freshman in high school, and this story's about my high school life. I have two nicknames: Living Garbage Fire(from my close friends Jack and Stevie) and Bear Boy( I really need to stop wearing those bear shirts), given to me by my fellow speechies(other speech team members) in middle school.
Alright, so now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's move on to where I am right now: Spanish I with Sra. Should-Have-Taught-Middle-Schoolers, a plump lady that seems to think that we like to do spanish practice meant for ten to twelve-year-olds(granted, we'd rather not have to do practice at all, but still).
Next I have Varsity Band, which is one of my favorite classes. It's taught by Mr. Don't-Worry-be-Happy, the first teacher I've ever met that doesn't get mad EVER. We play all kinds of songs, from Signed, Sealed Delivered(I'm Yours) by Stevie Wonder to Wake Me Up by Avicii.
After that, I have Fitness for Life, taught by Coach Lonkhe, a slightly more sympathetic version of your average Coach F-you-Imma-make-you Die-Inside.
Then I have Honors Algebra II with Mrs. Scharpen, my favorite teacher so far. She has TOO MANY Rubik's Cubes and she named her calculator Lucy. That's all you need to know as of this moment.
My last class before lunch is Civics with Mrs. Citizenship, whose mindset is basically ALWAYS BE GOOD CITIZEN AND DO GUD THINGS OH AND ALSO VOTE(duh, we're 14-15 years old, we CAN'T vote).
And then I have
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