Elizabeth Kilbride
Opinions Editor
7:15 There’re a lot of kids milling the hallways, craning their necks in unusual ways and trying to figure out why room 205 is next to room 216. They make things really confusing by asking you to go to a class you’re not going to find again for a year/ haven’t been in for a year. They say homeroom won’t change for all four years of high school but from experience, they lie. To the kid who asked where room 208 is: no idea. Sorry.
7:40 Ah, shiz. There’s no one left in the hallway. Room 208 clearly doesn’t exist.
8:00 In first period, your teacher hands out a survey asking your preferred email address and what your strengths in English are. (Me? My strength is killer parenthetical statements.) Just kidding. But why do you need my mom’s phone number? Are you going to call her? Why would you do that? Are you putting her in the system? I don’t like this.
8:30 Never mind the notebook and folder you got at Staples, your period C (I mean three!) teacher requires a three ring binder. But let’s be real here, by the time December rolls around we’re both tired of hole-punching your handouts and my three ring binder has become a three ring mess just in time for midterms. Please let me use my notebook. Please? To save me from scoliosis?
9:15 Free period. Because this is what the high school’s all about, baby. Normally you’d head to the library to go be studious of course, but it’s the first day, you already finished the English survey, and there’s nothing studious to be done. To the lounge! Only there’s no one there you feel comfortable holding a conversation with, so you whiz through the cafeteria, play the “I just wanted to buy a water the whole time anyway” card, and beat a hasty retreat to the study carrels.
11:42 Go home. Or, if you’re a freshman, Stay here. But don’t fret, it’s not that bad. Plus you have the whole cafeteria for lunch, so you might even get a seat today.
The rest of us get to rush off to auditions, sports practice, mom’s car, friend’s car, our car, wherever, and welcome (back) to the high school. One day down. 75.5 until December’s holiday only let’s not start counting just yet, because that doesn’t include weekends.
