First day-- that day when school is actually taken into consideration, when we actually
do care. Second day? Third day? Not quite as the
first day, first impression
.
#s of Junior year?
As expected, once I stepped off the bus and walked towards the pavillion, I was called a freshman. Freshman can be easily identified--new
unfamiliar faces, the ones the spin 360 in the hallway, the short ones (I fit there /: ), the ones who ask where room 115 is while they're in the art wing (both are like polar opposites of the school), the ones crowded by the papers stating where their homeroom is, even if it's already the second day, etc.
-One: Being called a freshman. done.
With the intentions of looking nice that day, I amongst others wore variants if the same shirt.
-Two: FDO alikes.
Homeroom was in the same spot as last year, the autoshop room. The smell of gasoline and other car fluids greeted us that day. Aligned desks? Nope, stool and large tables this time.
-Three: Homeroom is in an awkard spot.
"Hola clase! Yo soy..." Espagnol first again. I chose the same name, for the third year (not consecutively). Celia (sell-lia NOT see-lia).
-Four: Spanish periodo uno.
Composed of almost the same ten students and sitting next to the same three people from last year, chambers orchestra. Same teacher, same students, same period. I don't mind, I really like the class. Filled with funny memories.
-Five: Chambers orchestra period 2.
Crowded tables, and unfamiliar faces, even in my own table.
-Six: lunch period 6.
Trying to pick out the once familiar faces in the hallway, I realized that I won't come across them as frequently as I did last year.
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Seven: they're not there.
Every afternoon I bake outside.
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Eight: tennis at 2:30pm.
I'm pretty sure there's more to the list. Loads.
Anyways,
first match on Monday! Away against Cranford.
#s of Junior year?
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Haha funny, because I'm also a random commentor. (Highschool's a top tag this week.) And a junior.
Not so fond memory of my sophomore year. *Drops stack of paper during a yearbook meeting*
Me: Sorry!
Junior: It's okay, we all remember our freshman year.
Me: I'm a sophomore!
I relate...>.>
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And through spanish classes I've thus for taken upon the personas of Amanda (a-MAN-duh), Blanca, Esperanza, Sombra, y Lupe.