school…

Well, today was the first day of school, and by the end of the day, all I wanted was some aspirin and a nice big hottub.
It was so…what’s the word? Stressful. Nerve-racking. Not to mention, boring. It was horrible.

I’m hoping that it was just because it was the first day at a new school, for not just me, but 2300 other people as well. Many of us have only got half our friends there, and even then there is no garuntee you’ll have any classes with them or ever see them during school. All of us are trying to figure out where our classes are. All of us are getting used to having 7 classes a day instead of 4 every other day. All of us are also getting used to the whole "family" concept thing that they’re trying out. It’s really strange. And quite sickening.

But so yea, I spent the morning before school walking around with my brother till I spotted Pat, and Pat and I went walking around the school looking for people we knew. We found ruth and stephanie, and that was it.

Bambi (Michelle’s brother, Matthew) is in my computer science class, and the teacher in there seems pretty decent. I’ll enjoy having that class first period I guess.

Stephen and Michelle are in my honors Physics class, which is lovely. It was really fun in there. We played a game that was kind of like….extreme duck duck goose. Only you werent supposed to whack someone on the head or run in a circle. Instead, if you were one of the four people in the middle, when the music started you ran to a guy and pulled him up, and you sat down, while he then ran to a girl and pulled her up and then sat down, and then the cycle was repeated. The game started with 2 girls and 2 guys, so when the teacher stopped the music, the sex with the least number of  people in the middle won. I think. I’m not really sure how you won, but I do know it was fun to keep running and pulling up a person that had just sat down.
Ha. I annoyed the heck out of Stephen and Michael doing that 😛
That was the first time I had ever met Michael. :O He is a freaking GENIUS. He’s a sophmore, and he’s in my honors physics class -.- crazy.
This was also when I finally found Kirsten, and discovered that she was in neither my lunch nor any of my classes, and that she, stephen, and michelle had 3 classes together. Lucky me.

Anyway, in my 3D animation class, there were only 10 of us there and, frankly, this is where the family concept of the school started to freak me out. The teacher was all like "We are in here together! We are going to be a family! We’re gonna get to know each other and love each other and blah blah blah!" Sadly, she was only half joking.
It was kind of stupid though, 5 out of the 10 of us have been in school together since elementary school, and the remaining half have all known each other through middle school. Yet, she still made us go around the room and tell what grade we were in and what school we came from. So yea…..we had 10 people repeating the same thing.
It’ll be an interesting class though, im sure. The teacher is cool, and everyone knows each other, so its a nice comfy little "family" setting, just what they were going for -.-
There is one guy in there though I feel sorry for. 5 of the guys were gaining up on him, because apparently, he and the group of em have had a long time hatred for each other. It wasnt hard to see why though, he was kind of annoying, and he kept saying really dumb things…..and when we had to go around the circle and state what we wanted out of the class, his answer was, "To make friends."
-.- Now common, any sane human being knows that statement, especially when serious, is sure to attract giggles and awkward glances. Even I couldn’t help but smirk a little. Yes, I know, Im cruel.

So. Moving on. Fourth period. Art, not much to say. My class has art 2, art 3, and art AP kids in it. This one girl and I are the only AP students in there, and according to mrs. Z, we have a LOT of work to do. The two of us even had homework tonight, which was just to list 50 themes. But whatever. I love art, I actually enjoy doing art homework, and this year I’ll actually put effort into it because Mrs. Z is an awesome teacher and person, and I would never dare disrespect her or disapoint her. It would make me sad to do that.

And 5th period, US History Ap Duel……god I’ve ranted about it enough for today. Seriously. This is where it started to get really stressful. Red 1 house had A lunch, and Red 2 house had B lunch. My class was in the LGI room (large group instruction) which is right smack dab in the middle of red 1 and red 2. Mrs. Z suggested I go to the class to find out. Well, I get there, as do other people, and no teacher is in sight. I go ask a teacher, she doesnt know, and then I over hear someone asking another teacher, who also doesnt know, and then I overhear someone saying "We go to A lunch". So, I go to A lunch. At this point, I was already flustered from having no clue about which lunch I was in, and my frustration was made worse by I couldnt find ANYONE in that lunch room. Out of the 7 or 8 friends/semi-friends I have now, NONE of them were in there. The revelation that I would be alone everyday for lunch was horrifying. Me + being along at lunch = no, just, no.
So yea, I continued to push through people in the super-overcrowded cafeteria, despretly trying to find someone, anyone. And then, I hear my name being yelled. I turn around, and find my brother sitting there. It was like a chorus of HAAAALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HAAAALLLEEELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I even hugged him I was so happy. Ew.
He couldnt find any of his few friends either, but knew they were there somewhere. Anyway, after a very short lunch in which 80% of the people didnt get to buy lunch or finish what they did buy, I went back to the LGI room, stuff happened, me and 15 other people find out we werent supposed to go to A lunch and that written on a board we didnt see in the LGI room, it told us which classroom to come to. So yea, the teacher guy was mad. They extended B lunch so we had to wait 45 min for the rest of the class to get back. They extended C lunch as well, so we sat there forever, in a room with…………………..43 people. There are 43 people in my History class. There are 29 desks……..So yea, thats why we were supposed to be in the LGI room.
Anyway, the teacher is an ass hole. And he’s absessed with mr. potatoe heads……So yea, its a BIG change  from Mr. Duez, my history teacher last year who is one of the best, if not THE best teachers I have ever had.
Mr. Duez actually taught us, this one it seems is just going to tell us "read chapter 14, you have a test tomorrow" and be done.
But at least I found out I have B lunch, with Pat, Stephen, and Chantel, and maybe some other people I havent asked yet.

Okay so after that was 6th period. Honors Pre-cal duel. We are in the blue house’s mini auditorium, because we have 41 people in our class. She said her other class has 52 people in it…..that is the class with stephen, michelle, kirsten, and micheal in it. And everyone else I know from my last year’s math class. So yea, Im all alone in there.

7th period was in the blue house’s LGI. English 3 Ap Duel. Meh..not anything much to say. She doesn’t have a classroom she says. No one I care about is in there. She seems nice.

Then……the buses. Oh my god….I could NOT find my bus. I didnt know what bus to get on.After running around and asking numerous people and numerous bus drivers for 15 minutes, I finally decided to just get on one that was going to my neighborhood and get off at the nearest street to mine. But during that 15 minutes I think I nearly had a panic attack. I was so scared I nearly cried…..why? I have no idea. Seriously. I tried telling myself it was all in my head and it really wasnt that bad if the buses left because I could just call my mom and have her pick me up, but the bad thoughts kept pushing that sane-ness out of my head, and all I could think about was if the buses left I would be stuck there and I wouldn’t be able to find a phone or I’d have to wait until nighttime to come get picked up and blah blah blah blah blah. And I knew I HAD to find a bus, because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to keep myself together to go ask someone for a phone.

When I say keep myself together, I dont mean I start bawling my eyes out or anything. Its….hard to explain. I would say it’s hyperventilation, but, I’m not entirely sure what hyperventilation is, so Im not going to. But its similar to that, I think. All I know is I cant say anything, and if I try, its like my lungs stop, and then I try to breath, and they stop again, and it quickly repeats that over and over. Kind of like really deep fast hiccups.
Whatever it is, its embarressing. Its one of the few things that I’m embarresed by. Thankfully the last time It happened I was last year in the counselor’s office, so no one else was around. That was the morning my dad told me my parents were getting a divorce, and he had called the counselor to tell her to talk to me and make sure I was okay or whatever. I was fine until she called me in there, and as soon as she started talking about it, I started to cry, and then when I tried to answer her, I couldnt say anything.

So yea………….I’m glad it didnt get to that point. Hopefully tomorrow will be less hectic

I miss summer.