Holding On

Typical day in Ridgewood

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Cringgg!

The bell went as soon as we arrived.We both quickly ran to class and didn't even have time to visit our lockers.

We waved each other goodbye and parted ways.Judy had literature and I had my ceramics class.Judy was more into law and justice and government stuff while I was more of the artistic, studio art and design type.She hopes to become a Judge,nothing more nothing less.Im just going where life takes me,maybe one day I'd open my own studio.

When I arrive in class everyone is seated so I put my bag on one of the chairs and reach for an overall.I put it on and head to Ms.Glover who's walking around the class checking on people's work for some clay.

"Taraji,are you late?",Ms.Glover asks without looking at me.

"Ummm,not really",I say.

"Good...the clay is the the brown pot,take only a handful".

"Thanks",I say cheerily and head for the clay.

Ms.Glover isn't the type for punishments which is why she's my favourite teacher.Others may describe her a a boring old woman who needs to go on pension,but I think Ms.Glover is an astonishingly fit old woman.

I take the clay and head for my potters wheel.I sit at my desk put in the clay and let my hands do the work.After 15 long minutes,I look down and smile at my work.I made a small pot...it's small but cute.You can never go wrong with cute😉.The others just stopped halfway through and rushed out as soon as the bell rang.

"Nice work Ms.Parker",Ms.Glover says as she clears up the tools for her next class,which is not until next week.

"Thanks",I say as a clean up and take my overall off.

"I'll put this over here so it can dry",Ms.Glover says as she positions the pot structure on her table,"Maybe next week we can paint it"

"Sure",I say as I head out.

I take my bag and head straight for my locker.
I take the necessary books drop my bag and practically run to the next class to avoid getting back seat.Gosh,I hate backseats.

Unfortunately for me,when I arrived that was the only option.So I get seated and ignore whispers of the jocks and the idiot playboys at the back.The idiots call me names and throw little paper balls at me,at least that's what I take them to be cause I don't want to know any more than that.I ignore them and after they're exhausted,they begin to discuss the girls they're gonna 'use' this weekend.Ugh...Boyss🤦‍♀️.

Just then Mr.Bloomer,our English teacher walks in.The class goes dead silent and he begins his lesson,not even caring for a greeting.

"So, as we know next week is the deadline for submissions of the major essay".

The major essay is sort of like a homework test.We take the major essay every three weeks and it is submitted the next week.We had to submit it next week and it was friday.I guess I'll just use the weekend to finish it.I wouldn't call myself a nerd,but it's nothing to take a week to do.

After marking the best three would read their essay in front on the class.Of course I was always there,nothing to brag about.

This essay was about technology and how it could change the world.After Mr.Bloomer finished talking,I just zoned out.

I was abruptly woken up by the bell and chairs and tables being dragged by people getting up.Wow...I can't believe I slept in class.Thanks to the backseat Mr.Bloomer didn't see me.

I get up casually and pack up my books and walk out while rubbing my eyes.Thankfully it's time for lunch so I make my way to the lobrary after I visit my locker.