Started With A Security Escort…

Today’s schedule was vastly different from yesterday’s. There was no lunch mix-up this time, but I did face my greatest fear: being terribly lost and terribly late.

I rode the bus as is usual for many students, but it still feels like an adventure to me. I had no idea my little town had so many back roads until I rode that big thing down ALL of them! Every morning and afternoon, I just hope and pray we don’t get stuck in the mud or lost between the orange groves.

The bus, of course, got to the school on time. I chilled in the commons for a few minutes before the bell rang, signalling us to head to first period. Mine is Spanish 2. Mind you, I don’t speak Spanish very well. I had it my freshman year, but it’s been two years now and I’ve forgotten nearly everything. One of my biggest worries about this new school year has been this class. I’m just not good with languages.

So, I headed down what I thought was the right hall, but, of course, was sending me down the completely opposite end of the building. I turned around and went back to the main hall, where I asked another student for directions. However, “Go down there and then turn this way, I think,” aren’t really very clear to someone who barely knows where the restrooms are. I headed down the right hall but went past where I was supposed to turn. Thankfully, the freshman counselor was patrolling the halls for lost freshmen, and she pointed me in the right direction of the Spanish classroom, complete with descriptions of where to turn and the names of the hallways. Since she had an actual freshman who needed help, she flagged down a nearby deputy to help me get to the classroom. So, I walked down the long hallway with my security escort, who showed me the right way and then had to unlock the classroom so I could get in! Of course, I was super late, but they were only doing seating assignments!

The rest of the class was alright. Our first activity was to answer three questions the teacher had on the board about what we do at school. The initial response that popped into my head was “get lost.” So, I wrote:

      What do you do in school?

I try my best to keep good grades and not get lost.

How do you do what you do?

     I study, pay attention in class, and consult my school map quite often.

Why do you do what you do?

I want to have a bright and prosperous future,and I do not want to miss out on learning by being late to class.

And no, I did not share my answers out loud.

Lastly, we played one of my favorite games, “Two Truths And A Lie” (what can i say? I’m a dork. I love games 🙂 ). For my two truths and a lie, I said “I have an identical twin sister,” “I want a miniature potbellied pig,” and “I like guacomole.” The lie, was , of course, guacomole. I can’t even spell it; I think it tastes like soap. But, when it came time to guess, the entire class in unison chorused “twin!” When I told them the right answer, the typical “that’s so cool!” and “I wish I had a twin!” or “If I had a twin, I don’t think I’d like it” echoed around the room. As an identical twin, I have grown used to the funny reactions from people, from new acquaintances to old men in the grocery store.There are typical questions everyone asks, and it’s fun come up with sarcastic answers you could possibly give them.

After my eventful first period was geometry. This time, I was not supposed to leave halfway through for another half class. I stayed the whole period and was in the right place the whole time. But let me tell you about my teacher’s infatuation with gluing things. On the first day, we had to cut an paste to create folders inside our composition books and glue several little things inside. Then today, and probably every chapter, we had vocabulary to glue inside the same books. Is there something wrong with writing things down? I’m just afraid the glued cardstock papers  are going to fall out, and I’m also more a fan of tape. 🙂

After lunch was uneventful chemistry and an interning meeting. Thursday, I’ll find out which elementary school teacher I’ll be helping last period some days! All in all, today was much better than yesterday was, and I’m kind of excited for tomorrow. Kind of…

Tomorrow brings with it new challenges to face head-on. The best thing is that I know I’m not alone. I have God with me, and He even goes before me. And no matter what happens, there’s always tomorrow. Hopefully, tomorrow means no more being late to every class!

Stay strong and fearless,

Kristen

 

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The Day I Had Two Lunches

     So, today was the first day of my junior year and my first day of starting public high school. I’ve been going to private school since the third grade, and my family moved last year. So, this year, my twin sister and I decided to try something different. Little did we know just what we were getting into….

     I rode the bus for the first time. I felt like a warrior going into battle. I was strong and fearless and nothing could stop me from having the best day of my life! We had started out the morning right by praying out loud at the bus stop. Surely, this “big yellow limousine,” as I called it in reference to a “The Suite Life of Zack and Cody” quote, was taking me to my next greatest adventure! I was ready for anything!

     The first two periods went rather well. I started out with guitar, something I’ve been wanting to learn for years. You can imagine how excited I am that our “homework” assignment is to research the guitarist from one of our favorite songs. Naturally, I knew instantly who I was going to pick (Dustin Belt of Heffron Drive, if you wanted to know).

     Then came geometry. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that any kind of mathematics and I are sworn enemies. I do fine in the class, I just don’t particularly enjoy it. The class is supposed to have 45 instructional minutes and 25 study hall minutes. There’s a random bell that rings halfway through. So, geometry went alright, and my sister and I headed to our lunch period.

     As I sat trying to eat my lunch at 11:00 AM, I thought, “This is too early! I’m not hungry. I wish my lunch could be later!” I should have kept my big mouth shut, because I got my wish. After lunch I headed to English class. I got lost along the way and had to retrace, making me what I thought was only a few minutes late. I caught up quickly and paid attention.

     But then the bell rang 15 minutes later. I was so confused… I headed out to the main area, where I ran into the junior class’s counselor, and she helped me understand my wacky schedule. Turns out, that random bell that rang halfway through geometry was the bell signaling for people like me to get to English class! I had missed half of English at the first lunch, and the second half was after the second lunch. Does that make as little sense as it makes to me????

     So after my second lunch (where I finished the lunch I was not hungry enough to eat at 11), I went back to English class and was NOT late this time because I went early and waited outside the right classroom (err, actually I was a few doors too far down).

     The class went on fine, and last period (World Music)  was the most normal part of my day, except for a new favorite quote I have from my teacher. This class is in the band room, which has a huge carpeted area that stains easily. This is a pet peeve of the custodians, due to a long three-year-old Gatorade stain through one side of the room. The teacher told us,” You are not allowed to have any food or drinks in the carpeted area except water, and candy. I like candy. Bring enough to share.”

     The bus ride home was blessedly uneventful.

     So, there you have it- the day I had two lunches. Hopefully it won’t happen again tomorrow, because the B-Day schedule is entirely different (except geometry is in the same period- wish me luck with that halfway bell!).

     Living the events of this day was pretty overwhelming, but looking back, it’s rather funny. I know God goes before me, and He’s writing a story, and it’s going to be beautiful. I’m meeting the real world, one very crazy day at a time. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Stay strong and fearless,

Kristen