Highschool Diaries, Day two man! We survived!

So friends and teenagers alike. I have survived my second day of highschool. Oddly enough, it's really not that hard to get around and I am already feeling comfortable and it's the second day. I am hoping that within the next month I feel like I have found my missing peice, and I fit easily into the highschool puzzle. Because I can tell you that yesterday was terrible, I felt like I was in a prison where nobody knew me, and I was just there to get by. It was tragically boring.

So I figured out the School Special, with my devious skills. As it turns, taking the 117 was a failure at life and I basically wasted my time taking two busses in the morning. Good news, is that Chris got on my bus this morning. And everytime he takes the bus with me, whether it be him getting on a bus to meet me at the mall, I let this smile creep up on my face that stretches across to my ears and everyone on the bus it sort of like..."what the fuck" I got to talk to him, and it was nice sitting on the bus during sun rise. I've always liked once I actually get on the bus in the mornings because they are so quiet except the soft buzz of the few people who knew each other.

Anyways the day was alot like a printout of yesterday. The only difference is that I had a way better lunch walking around with Taylor, Caroline and Rebecca. And my drama class was still equally as annoying but I love when everyone in the class starts laughing because it reminds me of my drama class at Westmin. Thinking about my Drama class in grade 9 with Saxby makes me laugh a bit because going back there would feel so normal. I like to say I made a few friends. But really all I did was talk to a couple girls who we made small talk with, and now when I see them in the hallways they smile and wave at me. It's a start. I really want to start making friends. Today after Math I was talking down the hallway with Clay and we started goofing off and I saw caroline and gave her a half hug and I felt a glimpse of Westmin. The feeling like hey I belong here, I know these people. Course those were the only two in the entire hallway, but It still felt like a beginning to me,.

The class of the day I feel like elaborating on is my math class. First of all, the stupid classroom was on the other end of the building. It was in the older section, and it looked like it got attacked by squirrels, it was so rundown. And I got in there, happy I had found it so easily, happy with the people in it. Alot of friends from Westmin like Tijana, Amber, Lisa, Clay, Celeste, Marissa, and even Erik one of gages friends that's always at my house. So we were all sititing and talking and then our math teacher for the year walks in. Her name is Miss Martin. The door closes and its like Hell froze over.See, in grade 8 and 9 I had this amazing teacher named Miss Suh. She is probably the best teacher I have ever had, she was cold but straight and to the point and if you were truly honest with her she would become very understanding. The catch with her was always that it took a long time to warm up to her, I hated her for the longest time before I realized how much she was benefiting me. When I was in grade 7 I barely did the homework and when I did it was scattered over crumpled sheets of paper and I would flash it by my Math teacher and breeze on by. Miss Suh sort of got me prepared for Highschool and I really believe she told me everything I wanted to hear. Even though she scared me shitless half the time.

This Miss Martin though...? She is as scary as Miss Suh, but worse because I don't know her habits and she doesn't sound very forgiving or that she will slow down for anyone. The first thing she said to us was "Math 10 Pure has the highest fail rate in all of highschool. Including Math 30 pure. I don't know why it's like this, but it just is. This is like a fiery beast that we need to just overcome and try to come out alive." She said several things like that, that kind of made you shudder and worry about your studying skills. All I know is that everyone seems to fail that class. And she didn't make it much better, assigning a math review package. But the way I see it, is she is giving it to us straight and cold. Being completely honest and brutal. Sure she doesn't have to be so scary about it, but Highschool requires alot of studying and focus and I can't get by sometimes like I did in grade nine. The thing that sucks about that is that even when I try really hard to focus on math I still don't understand whats going on.

Anyways, after school today. And after walking to the ridiculous bus stop thats like a block down the street and transfering to another ridiculous stop I got home and I had been planning on seeing Chris after school for dinner. I love how I saw him twice today, and I'm loving the fact that we still stay in touch. I was so scared that we wern't but now I'm not worried at all. He made the senior volleyball team at his school, which is crazy impressive because grade 10's don't often make the senior teams. I feel a bit like a failure though you know? I love school sometimes and friends, but at the same time I want to have time for me and I already had three pages of math homework on the first day. I want to get out, if I tried out for a team, It would be so I could feel like people knew who I was. And being Chris's Girlfriend, a kid who pwns at all sports, its KIND of intimidating.

Oh well, I am so proud of him, it will be really difficult to see him now because of all his sports BUT there is a shep senior game tomorrow and I invited him to go with me. Tonight I went to his house for Greek and his mom called me "One of the family" and his little brother held a dance competition. So I had to break dance but I'm getting comfortable with his family. Afterall, I am like always there. That could happen with my house except its hard with my divorced parents.So, my final verdict is that highschool may not be so bad afterall. I just want to make friends. AND I wish classes wern't 80 minutes long, and I am fearing gym tomorrow. It's never been my most enjoyable subject, being out there in front of everyone to try your best only to get shot down or embaressed. Goodluck to me, right fellas?