Surviving Highschool

Missing my Friends From North Carolina

Hey guys! Sorry the last chapter was a bit slow but it should be getting a bit more interesting now. Also, if you don't want to read about the sensitive topic of prejudice acts (example: KKK) please skip this chapter. I promise this is the only chapter that will contain this type of discussion and I promise, it was not aimed at anyone but a topic the students has to research. Please comment and vote, I love to hear what you have to say!

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The first couple weeks of school went by slowly. This was when all the teacher just kept telling you how there classrooms were going to work and kids tested there limits with the teacher.

Me, however, being a good student, made sure everything was perfect. Homework, classwork, and my relationship with all the teacher. You never know when you need to be let off the hook for something.

After about a month into school, kids started goofing off. As well as teachers. Math is a great example.

My math teacher is Mr. Broy. He has a high pitched voice like he never actually hit puberty. He's probably in his mid 40's and is an ok teacher besides the fact that he tends to act like a student sometimes.

Yesterday was a perfect example.

We were learning about slope-intercept and how to graph it. Mr. Broy told us to create our own word problem and graph it. Later he showed us his.

It went something like; you have a budget of 50 dollars and you want to buy some pounds cheese for 7 dollars each.

"The problems not finished though. The stinker the chews the more it costs so this is VERY stinky cheese."

Shoot me now.

"What else should we have that's stinky?" You should know that most of my class was filled with those student who are class clowns and never pay attention in school. So what I'm trying to say, is that question should have never been asked.

An then, after about a 10 minute debate between to boys, they decided on a stinky salad. SALAD. I mean seriously, if you going to act like a bunch of kindergardeners, at least be a bit more creative than that!

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As I walk through the halls of East wood, I feel awfully small. I'm about 5'4 and everyone else towers over me. But the way I look at it, us short people have an advantage at the limbo.

I finally made it to my L.A. class. Is soon as I walked into the room, the teacher was already starting the lesson.

"Everyone take out last nights assignment!"

Our homework yesterday was to research and prove the topic 'Prejudice and racism will never go away'. We are reading the book 'to kill an mocking bird' and she wants us to have background knowledge.

"Where we supposed to find information from the time period of 'to kill a mockingjay?" I ask out loud. The entire class erupts with laughter. I suck my head down in embarrassment, still unsure of what I did wrong.

"It is 'to kill a mockingBIRD, and no, it was supposed to be from recent events." She said with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

I sighed with relief. I may have just publicly told everyone that I wanted Katniss to die (which I did not mean) but at least I did the assignment right.

The teacher went around the room discussing each students findings on nowadays racism and prejudice acts. One of the final students to speak asked if the KKK still existed. The whole classroom tensed, including the teacher, knowing that this was a sensitive topic.

"Unfortunately, yes it does. do you remember what website you found this on?" The student shook his head in reply.

The teach sighed. "Ok class, this is why we sight our work. I'll look it up now". We watched to smart board as the teacher searched KKK on Google. The links were classified from school access so after she entered in numerous passwords, she finally got access. Around the third link down, a website that looked like it had a lot of detail appeared.

Mrs. Manson clicked on the website and in bold it said the following:

Sign up now for a membership into the KKK!

oh my gosh. We all stared dumbfounded at the board for about a full 5 minutes. Mrs. Mason scrolled down and a highlighted link below it said:

Click here now to get a KKK tee-shirt.

WHAT?!?!

What did they expect people to do, walk down the street in those shirts?!?! "Oh you know, I'm really a nice guy" someone would say to a girl, and then she sees the tee. Talk about awkward situation.

The teacher quickly shut down the computer and numbered something about having to talk to the computer technician about deleting the history from the school page.

I seriously think technology is ruining the world.

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So I'm home... Doing homework... And I'm bored. I know! I text Addie and Cate! They always have something fun to talk about.

Maybe I should explain. This summer, I went to my grandparents house in North Carolina for about 2 weeks. About half way through the vacation, I met Addie and Cate, neighbors of my grandparents. They are my age and let's just say, I knew them for only a week and yet we managed to have a sleepover, build a fort, play manhunt at midnight at private socks that may or may not have been yours, ride a golf cart on the streets, and become amazing friends. I wished I lived in North Carolina with them. I literally only knew them for a week and yet I considered them two of my best friends.

I start to text them about my strange school day, wondering if my school was the only one with events like this. I left the conversation for a little bit and they thought I died. Words of advice, NEVER leave a conversation with those two with out tell in them.

Texting them is like a stress reliever for me. They don't really know what goes on at Eastwood but they are great with helping me get through things. Bullying for example. Yep, I went through that too.

At about 10:30 I told them I was going to bed. When I say go to bed, I really just mean read until I pass out from exhaustion.

Even though sconce Highschool started, I've been really tiered, I still manage to stay up late. Tonight was extreme however. It was two in the morning. And I had a freaking science test the next day! Or later today...

I needed to find a way to keep myself occupied. I put in headphones and got out of bed. I faced the 6 foot tall mirror behind my door and guess what I did.

I started to dance. I danced lol a crazy lady with spaz attacks, at two In the morning. And ya know what? I had fun.

I wasn't worried about anyone watching me and even though my sister was in the room, she was passed out cold. And if you know anything about me, I can't dance. Or sing for that matter so I didn't even try.

I busted out moves that probably didn't even exist while listening to songs like 'do my step'. Cate introduced me to that song. It is so good but in such a weird way. You really have to appreciate the song to love it, and quite frankly, Cate got me addicted to it. Her dance to it was to lay on the floor and spaz like she was having a seizure. Although it was quite fun to watch, I doubted my parents would be happy to wake up in the middle of the night to find me faking a seizure on the floor.

I might not be a perfect student or go to the ideal school, but I think I was getting a hang of this whole 'Highschool' thing.