So today was my first day of school. I was really stressed out in the morning, because I had never been mailed my schedual, and I could totally see our school deleting me from the database or something. And even when/if I did get my schedual, I knew that there was a good chance it would be totally screwed up, since this is the case with just about everyone I know. I imagined that this would be a giant problem which would have to be fixed in a stressful, tedious manner. I showed up at school really early so that I would have time to fix everything. I was first in the long line outside guidance. When they opened the doors, I rushed up to my councelor and told him in a rather panic stricken voice that I'd never gotten my schedual. He said "that's wierd," and printed me out a schedual. Nothing was wrong with it. Except for the fact that I have Crazy Russian School Marm second semester, everything was perfect. It was as simple as that. I said, "Oh. Thanks."
In addition to this, all of my classes are in the same hallway. No joke. So I decided to ditch my assigned locker and steal one in that hallway. (Remember how there are no rules at our school? Yeah - the locker thing is a big free-for-all.) Molly did too. But since we didn't want to scare any freshmen/get our locks cut off, we taped up the following note:
Hey Freshmen! We're sorry we stole your lockers. Please do not cut off our locks. If you really really really care, write us a note and we'll move. But instead of doing that, we suggest you steal someone else's locker, near your classes and/or friends. Everyone does it. Thank you.
That being accomplished, I went to my first class, bio. I can tell it is going to be, A, really boring, and B, really hard. Hey, at least I managed to get all my summer work done. Also, a marching band drummer and good friend of Cassandra's has decided, I guess, that I am her "friend in the class." This is cool with me. I need a friend in the class too. We'll call her Zee.
Next I have odyssey. Upon entering, I was immediately intimidated by the number of kids taking the class. There were at least thirty when I got there, and probably ten more came in after me. Nobody told me about this...
Then almost immediately, I heard from across the room, "Aidan, hey!" It was walking-around-the-building-in-gym Steph. She waved.
"Hey," I said. I went and sat down across from her. We talked for a while about our scheduals and my failure to get a job this summer. Then I turned and realized that I was sitting next to...
Nora. Who obviously had no idea who I was. Okay, she doesn't bother me anymore, and from what I saw of her while I was sitting there, I even think I like her. Quite a bit. But it was still kind of awkward. It was still kind of like, "Oh hi. The sight of you used to make me naucious."
Then it got even more interesting - Adam walked in. This is very strange, since I did not once before that moment consider the possibility that he would be in any or my classes. He never has been before. I have never in any way associated him with the academic aspects of my life. It was wierd, and rather unpleasant. He looked over to the table where we were sitting. Nora and I both glared at him. He looked uneasy and found a seat on the opposite side of the room.
The actual class was okay, but the number of kids detracted from it, I think. It was definately not as cool as 20th century. Besides that, once we got assigned seats, I ended up at a table with two of the most obnoxious vacuous drama queens in the school. And I have no idea what our assignment was for tonight.
I have first lunch this semester. I looked around the cafeteria and finally found a table with some gothy nerds, Eric, Dave, Molly and
(yes!)
Julian. I crammed myself into the table. The gothy nerds took up most of it, and it was hard. At this point, Emma rushed over and said, "Aidan, Aidan! We're sitting outside, come with us!"
"No, I'm in an inside mood today, I'll visit you guys later."
"fine." She put a wierd hat on my head.
Throughout lunch I laughed a lot and told funny stories really loudly, and I made Eric, Molly and Dave laugh, but Julian was talking to a gothy nerd and didn't participate much. (Maybe because the conversation kept steering toward band.) I did establish that we have physics together with Rogers, and French together next semester with Crazy Russian School Marm. But I think I mostly just made a very slight fool of myself.
Physics is right after lunch. I went in and sat down. Then Julian came in, sat down next to me, uttered a sort of stacatto "hi," and looked awkward. (But this is nothing to take note of, really.) Then he said, "So how is Rogers? You've had him before right?"
"Yeah," I said. "Um, physical science was really interesting, but really hard. We used to get off on all these tangents that were fascinating, but at the same time sort of 'what the hell is going on and how did we get here?'"
"...ok," said Julian.
"Um..." I looked around. Rogers had not yet entered the room. "He's also kind of a pervert, and I think people would agree with me there. We were watching this cartoon once, and he made all these suggestive comments on it, like one of them was 'this is not a Saturday morning cartoon. This is more of a Saturday night cartoon.' Swear to God."
He laughed a little. "...ok. Awkward..."
At this point I thought, you idiot, because I shouldn't have been trashing the class when it's a good class, and Julian does not need to know that Rogers is a pervert, and when he said "awkward," he was most likely reffering to the present situation rather than the one I described, because it was awkward and physical science was a good class and Mr. Rogers is a good teacher and a brilliant man who just happens to make suggestive comments once in a while, that's all.
And at this point, I thought, Oh, fuck-a-duck, not you again, because Adam had just walked into the room. He sat down behind Julian and struck up a perfectly non-awkward conversation with him. Adam and I exchanged a few friendly words, but I still would have preferred it if I hadn't been in a situation which forced me to exchange friendly words with him.
The bright side: Soon after class started, I remembered that Rogers thinks I am the best thing since sliced bread and that I always tend to look smart in his class, something which is always a plus. At one point, we were discussing how the speed of light was first calculated. Astronomers noticed that Jupiter's moons were always a little out of phase even though moons always revolve around their planets at the same rate. Once a year, the planets went back into phase. "Does anyone know why the planets went back into phase, and how the speed of light was calculated?"
Adam raised his hand. "Something about the time it takes for light to reflect off the moons and come back to Earth... Argh, it made sense in my head," he said.
I thought for a second, and then got really excited and raised my hand. "If you know the diameter of the Earth's orbit around the sun, you know the difference between how far away Earth and Jupiter are when they're closest and when they're farthest away. Then you have to calculate the difference in the time it takes the moons to go around Jupiter at opposite times of the year, compare that to the distance and you have the speed of light."
"Correct," he said. Everyone stared at me. It was great.
It was also pretty pleasant the time Julian and I made eye contact after one of Rogers' jokes. Like, we both looked over at each other simultaneously, and he smiled a little.
(I hate this. I'd just like to point that out at this point. This sucks, and I wish I were strong/smart/mature enough to survive without someone to obsess over all the time. But I'm not. And I'm obsessing over Julian, again. Grr.)
Anyway, last block is Brit Lit with my freshman English teacher, affectionately refferred to as Z-Tron. Don't ask why. She just is. Anyway, this class should be pretty awesome, seeing as how Dave, Molly, Valerie, Katie from colorguard and a few pretty cool aquaintances are in it too. I don't think Z-Tron hates my guts anymore. But I also don't think we're going to get any work done. Ever.
Oh, and the freshmen actually responded to our note. Someone wrote in pink pen, "Yes, I mind. Move plz!" So... I guess we should move. sigh It was such a good location. And I have sooo much crap this year...
I'm not going to write about band. It is late and I am going the hell to bed. I will write about band later. Jeez, I don't know how I'm going to keep this up through the fall. I will, of course, since I'm obsessive, but I'll probably end up loosing a lot of sleep.
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