So today I attended PUBLIC SCHOOL!
Yes! I had my first day of Junior High at (insert name of Junior High School here) and it was not horrible! All of my classes are okay, but my pre-Algebra teacher (whose name will not be shown, so we'll call her Mrs. Yeller for now) hates me.
I thought I had Tech. for my E block. Turns out I don't. (We'll call him Mr. Oldmanerson) informed me that I have that for F block, not E. So it was like twenty minutes into the period and I had to be in pre-Algebra. So I ran upstairs to Mrs. Yeller's room.
I opened the door and said, "Sorry I'm late."
Mrs. Yeller glares at me. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
I was a little confused. "I said...I'm sorry I'm late?"
Mrs. Yeller looked at her list. "Oh, you must be...Cassidy (Last name). You sit HERE."
Every time I moved like an inch, Mrs. Yeller would yell "What was that, Mrs. (Last name?)"
"Nothing, Mrs. Yeller. I didn't do anything."
My town is so small that all of the entire Junior High and Senior High kids from my whole town have to ride the same bus. So that means all of us Sevies (that's what we are here, Sevies) get to sit on the same bus as the Seniors Who Are Too Lazy To Take Their Drivers Tests.
Lemme tell you, I hear some VERY colorful language. And it's only day one. So (ha ha) my bus is great. Ha ha.
And as I was getting off the bus, I shouted back to everybody on that whole stinkin' bus, and I shouted "JESUS LOVES YOU!"
Because he loves them. Even with their colorful language.