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wow.  talk about a shitty first day of school.  well, for this one, you may need some background knowledge.  all this is covered in the 'school' section, but i know that you people don't visit every part of this site, so i may as well tell it all again.  and for those of you that do know, too damn bad - you'll hear it again.  so, here's all that song and dance crap again:

when i got my schedule the week before school, i was mighty pissed to say the least.  you see, i was supposed to be taking this mega-overload deal where i didn't even have time for lunch.  so imagine my surprise when i look at my schedule and see that not only do i have time for lunch, some how i also have study hall.  i haven't had a study hall since early 7th grade.  so something must've been horribly wrong in there somewhere.  i check it out.  all those 'acedemic' classes - check.  my a.p. classes - check.  psychology - check.  art - hmm...nope.  acting - no.  fuck!  those were the only 2 classes i actually wanted to take, and yet they aren't in my schedule.  so, seeing as i did have an entire week before school started, i think, 'what the fuck?  i'm going to go bitch.'  and i did.  i marched my angry as hell ass over to the 'counseling' office where all my scheduling needs are supposed to be met.  (yeah, right.)  and i bitch.  and bitch.  and then i realize that i'm yelling at the wrong person...the secretary.  so i reluctantly take a blue form sheet to officially declare my pissed state.  i turn it in with no faith what so ever that my needs will be met.  i am mad. 

the next day i get a call from my 'caring' counselor.  we discuss the possibility of taking a.p. bio instead of a.p. chem - which turns out isn't even a possibility due to the number of students.  damn them!  there's got to be room somwhere!  hell, throw a chair in the back;  i'd even sit my ass at a lab station every day.  but, no.  then we talk about dropping my a.p. calc class (which i had intended on dropping since the day school let out...i'm just lazy), and that seems alright.  plenty of math analysis classes out there.  sure, i can get in.  good.  then comes the real kicker, at least for me.  in my 'official' blue sheet thing, i made a very small (but obviously angry) side note about how i didn't get into either art or acting.  and i yell.  at least this time it's at the right person.  we go back to dropping a.p. chem because that would open up the acting thing.  but that would mean physics for me.  (which i had spoken very strongly against the year before.  hell, i convinced heards of people that it was useless.)  so, it was either physics or a.p. chem.  now, i hate physics, but lord, i hate a.p. chem more.  and, besides, i got acting.  so yay!  and as for that art class, well, in order to get it in i would have to mess with all my classes.  it's like playing that game where all the pieces fly in the air and you have to put them back (i think it's called concentration, but i really don't know...) with my classes.  so that can't be.  so no art for me.  and i still have a pesky study hall next semester to contend with.  and i can't handle study hall.  i'd go nuts.  but i'll leave that for another day.

moving on a week or so to today.  after that phone conversation with my counselor, i think everything will be a-ok....well, at least 1st semester.  and then comes the fateful first day of school.  we all know it.  some anticipate it.  others fear it.  whatever.  it came.  i had to go, so i couldn't do anything anyway.  i was just glad all that was cleared up.  i go early because i figure i might as well pick up my new schedule, and, besides, i had a locker to decorate.  but when i get there, there's this note on the door of the counseling office that says all new schedules will be given out first hour.  well, that sucks.  but my first hour class didn't change anyway - the only ones that did were 3rd, the lunch hours (4a, 4b, 4c, 5a, 5b), and 6th hour.  so i figure it's ok, and head off to 1st hour spanish.  right at the beginning of class, my teacher hands out the new schedules. and i don't get one.  so, needless to say, i'm nearly insane by now.  just going fucking nuts.  but i am forced to calm down in order to get to know my spanish book...because we all know how important that is.  of course.  and i put it off until it really matters - which is 3rd hour. 

i go down to the counseling office once again during passing before 3rd.  'hey, do you have my new schedule?'  them:  'um....no.  uh...you'll have to wait until tomorrow.  sorry.'  me:  'sure.'  and i stomp off to chem.  i get there (late) and explain to my teacher that i've dropped this course, so don't do anything stupid, like give me a book.  and she (the bitch!) has the nerve to yell and berate me in front of the entire class.  'why are you dropping?'  me:  'uh, so i can take acting.'  her:  'well, i certainly don't approve of that reason.  have you talked to your counselor?'  me:  'yeah, last week.  it's all figured out.'  her:  ' i still don't see the logic in dropping this class for acting.'  me:  'umm...i like acting.'  her:  'oh, so that makes it ok?  give me more reason.'  me (pretty damn pissed off by now):  'hey, i'm a junior.  i can always take this class next year.'  her:  'oh.  i see. well, then you can go down to the couseling office (again!!!), since you're doing no good here.'  and i go once again to the hell office.  on my way, i happen to pass by my old chem class of years ago (well, last year).  and since i'm pretty damn steamed by now, and this particular teacher will listen to my shit, i decide to go in and bitch.  and bitch i do.  then i watch a demonstration that doesn't even work.  my, how i'm using my time wisely.  and then i'm off to hell.  i get to hell, and what does hell do?  kicks me out!  'i'm sorry, but you must follow your old schedule until you get your new one.  you have to go back to class.'  goddamn!  no one wants me!  so it's either sit in chem and feel like a reject, or get yelled at by the devil.  what do i chose?  neither.  i have like a half hour to kill until the next hour, so i go to this secluded spot and sit.  that's right, i just sat down in the hall.  fuck 'em all.  i don't need this shit.  and, hey, i figure i can go to acting 4a-4b since the teacher knows me and tomorrow (hopefully) i'll be there anyway.  so i sit and damn near fall asleep.

yay!  the bell.  i get up and stagger down the steps to acting.  i pass by the class.  oh, hell.  there's a full class in there already and the door is shut.  shit.  and since i'm not supposed to be there, i don't think it'd be wise to open the door and be like, 'hello....heh...ummm....' so i don't.  but now where do i go?  a.p. chem meets for an hour and a half...hmm.  chem thinks i'm in the counseling office.  and the counseling office thinks i'm in chem.  so i have a free half hour.  and i'm hungry.  so i go to lunch.  i meet some friends there, bitch about my morning, and almost break down from the stress of not knowing where the fuck i'm supposed to be when.  but it's lunch.  and according to my old schedule (which i apparently have to follow), i have lunch 4b.  so i take an hour lunch.  and it's a nice break indeed.  and then i go to psych, which promises to be a fun class.  then to study hall...which in my new schedule, wouldn't exist.  so i go.  and i sit.  thank god this study hall is only a half hour.  the bell rings, and it's time for 6th hour - another one of those classes i switched.  oh...this should be good.  i drag myself to a.p. calc.   and what's the first thing we do?  get books.  so right away, i'm like...i don't need one.  and i'm branded a slacker.  fine.  i sit.  i sit for an hour while they go through a fairly simple lesson that half the class doesn't get.  and i find it terribly easy.  why did i drop this course?  oh yeah, acting.  huh.  oh, well, if this is supposed to be hard, i can't wait to find out what my math analysis class will be like.  good.  i need some slack-off.  and, after what seems like an eternity of staring at the walls trying to figure out the puzzels on them (or just trying to simply read them - they're far away), the bell rings.  my savior.  and i run off to a very fun english class.  yay.  and the day is done...well, the school day.  and what a day at that.

gee, i can only hope the rest of the school year will be this unpredictable.

dude, that was one long-ass story.  get me out of here.

and now that i think about it, this should really be in the story section.  look for it there later if it ain't here.