The Hopes of a Highschool Boy

The First Day

     As I walk into the school, I am greeted with the familar scent of something official, but still open. I dont't know what causes the smell, but I do know that it'll be one that I'd never be capable of forgetting. But, then again, I can't seem to forget the things I want to.

      I see many familiar faces, as well as some unfamiliar ones in the mix. It's only 7:15, so there's about 800 people here right now, if I had to guess. Not all the busses are here yet. So I haven't dealt with the full force of the people and the noise.

      I see some of my friends, none of them I'm too close with. I lost a lot of my friends after my ex dumped me. But there are still a few. Rumors say I cheated, but I was only friends with the other girl.

      I walk to the gym and stand in my line, waiting for my new schedule. I get my new schedule, and I'm pretty happy with it: Drafting, Health, Ind. Living, English, Hnr. Biology, and Algebra.

      I wander the halls, not knowing who to talk to. But I guess I'm not alone in that.... Oh well. I'll make friends eventually. I'm not that unique. I go around, rememorizing all of the class numbers and wings. I familiarize myself with the looks of some of these new locations I've never ventured to.

      I go over to the breakfast line and get my food, then head over to the only open table I see. Near some people who kind of dress similar to me, but with a different attitude amd behaviour. I know that even if I'm annoying, I don't sound like them.

      I realize that one of them looks a little out of place. I think about how much that kid resembles me two years. I hung out with the jocks because I knew nobody else, but they liked football, and so did I. Which was good enough for me.

      I wonder if he'll be alright. I mean, nobody is being rude to him. So I assume he should be fine. He doesn't look hurt, just... a little left out.

     As I finish my breakfast, the first bell rings. I grab my bag and head to my first period class. I meet my teacher, Mr. D. The class seems intriguing, and I think I might like this class.

     He shows us the ropes of getting through the system to show us what kind of programs we will be using. He shows us how we'll need to measure amd how to log into our first program and how to use this one specifically. Shortly after, the bell rings and I go to my second period class.

     I walk in my class and I am greeted be something unfamiliar but comforting: an easy-going looking teacher, a nicely lit, three layered classroom, with windows. This can only be good.

     My new teacher goes through the standard introduction of who she is, how the class is, and what we can expect. It all seems pretty basic in itself, but the teacher seems like she'll be a good one through the semester.

     Sooner than it felt like it should be, the bell rings. I sit in my seat and watch as some people walk out and walk in.

     This time, this class feels a little bit longer, since it's the same procedure, but with different information. So I start getting bored 20 minutes in. But eventually, the bell rings, and I walk to my new English class.

      The atmosphere of this class is completely different from my previous one, but I love it. The class almost feels cozy, and secure, with its open windows, closed, but breathable atmosphere. The teacher seems super nice and she gives off a very welcoming aura around her. She goes over the more basics of highschool English, and I get interested at first. But like all the other classes, I get tired and bored eventually. I didn't sleep great last night.

     I get to lunch and order the same chicken burger I always get and sit at the same table. Not many people are sitting with me, so I quickly eat my lunch and head upstairs into the library, grab my book and just enjoy my book for the next twenty minutes.

     I get to biology and deal with the same boring walkthrough and safety procedure that I've been dealing with all day. I manage to survive this lecture of a class on day one and finally get to move on to my next.

     The bell finally rings, and I zombie off to my final class of the day; Algebra. This introduction isn't as bad as the last one somehow. The teacher shows us where our materials are and takes us to the library to get our books. When it's all said in done and we get back to class, there's not much time left in the day, and gives us a card. He then precedes to ask about who we are, and what we want to accomplish. I finish my card and hand it back to my teacher, and read for the next ten minutes before the final bell rings. I quickly and quietly drop my things off at my locker and leave back home. I walk the usual hot path back home and pass out as soon as I get there.