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School

School is always an .... interesting experience.

I don't go to a special high school. I attend a normal one, but luckily the school had a Hearing Impairment Program, because there are about twenty of us here at James Wood High that are deaf.

We don't stay holed up in one classroom all day. There are 6 teachers who know sign language. So we have six different classes, in 6 different classrooms.

The only downside to that is having every single class with the same people.

I don't recommend it.

Anyway, homeroom is the lovely Art class. Okay I take back the sarcasm.

I actually enjoy art. But the only things I can paint are butterflies and trees.

So if you want a painting of a semi- pretty butterfly, I'm your girl.

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Walking through the halls of my high school, I always without noticing it myself, nonchalantly observe the people around me.

For instance, there's always a group of jocks standing with the cheerleading squad by the Principle's office. Huge linebackers and blockers standing way too close for comfort to stick thin cheerleaders.

Don't get me wrong, I have no problems with cheerleaders or football players. They're nice people, it's just the way it is.

It isn't always football players and cheerleaders either.  In general there are usually a bunch of athletes in that area.

Then by the music corridor you get the stoners. They (or so I've been told) sing off key and rarely bathe. Its funny, at least once a day I see one of them shoving money into the sandwich vending machine during second hour.

Over by the theater rooms you see, how do I phrase this? "Hipsters" telling their friends about the cool skrillex song they heard last night. 

Of course I'm guessing that's what they're saying. Either that or they love skittles a little too much.

When I walked into homeroom I headed straight towards my spot next to my friend Mari.

I settled in and looked at the clock.

7 hours and 5 minutes until schools out.