I had survived my last first day of high school. Not to mention, I was in a great mood the entire day, aside from being a bit tired, which I cured in third hour. Receiving late night visits from neighbors wasn't something that I was used to. At least not yet. During Physics, which was 3rd hour, I started to feel myself drift off into the deep oblivion they call sleep. As soon as I realized I was close to crashing, I slap-pinched myself, saving me from that blissful slumber. Physics was probably one of the most boring classes I've ever taken, and it was only the first day. The teacher, Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, is the type of woman who will spend 45 minutes dissecting each and every word inside of our textbooks. Then,she realizes that she has not only wasted the entire period, but she'd forgotten to assign homework. And that is something teachers never forget to do.
They get off on torturing us. For some seniors, we must pass the class that we're in, or we can't graduate. Luckily for me, that wasn't a problem. So, I laid my head back on the desk, curled up as best as one could, and went to sleep.
After waking up from my well deserved nap, I was able to get through the day without a problem. The entire school was buzzing about Evan's Back To School Bash, which, indeed, provided many reckless teenagers an excuse to drink and smoke various substances. Nevertheless, his parties were always a bit fun for us "straight-edge" kids.
