Hey, jonanners, wanna trade schedules? —SparkNotes editors
My school setting is pretty odd, at least in my opinion, compared to Catholic and public schools. I go to a Charter* and Preparatory school. And it’s not just a high school; it’s also a middle school. A vast majority (around 98%) of students are Latino. I have attended the school since I was a wee little baby**, and I’m now a sophomore. Prepare to hear about my dreadful day in this rigorous place we call school.
6:00 a.m. My cell phone buzzes while playing a cheesy ringtone that came with it. I hit the snooze button and go back to my sweet dream of meeting both Dan Bergstein and Chris at the same time. But then the dream is interrupted by a giant untamed glittery-vampire spitting slob!! I have no choice but to wake up and go to school.
6:40 a.m. I fell asleep after getting ready for school. My currently unemployed dad drives me, and he’s taken over 20 minutes in the bathroom. I wonder what he does in there...He’s probably inventing the cure for cancer or something. It’s time to go!
Note: My school has block scheduling, and it goes like this:
A Days: Periods 1, 3, 5, and 7
B Days: Periods 1, 2, 4, and 6
I’m going to just discuss all of my periods. When the same time is repeated twice it’s not a mistake, it’s just the weird arrangement.
7:30 a.m. 1st period of the day, English Honors 2. My teacher gives us a pop quiz asking us to write the third letter of the alphabet. Is this a trick question? Am I just supposed to write C, or “the third letter of the alphabet”? WELL, I’ll just write both. Now we’re going to read a poem on pie. This makes no sense whatsoever. Why can’t we just read Pride and Prejudice like other classes?
8:20 a.m. – 8:30 a.m. Homeroom, which is still first period. The morning announcements are on. No one bothers standing up for the Pledge of Allegiance. Our brains are still decomposed so we have no idea of what’s going on.
Between Classes The race to the end! The hallways are packed with people of all shapes and sizes, pushing and shoving each other for survival. My boyfriend tries to be heroic and walks me to class, a risk he takes daily.
8:35 a.m. 2nd period, AP Spanish Language. Pretty simple class since we all pretty much know Spanish. We open our book and listen to our teacher’s monotone voice discussing accents. Nothing interesting ever happens. I feel like stabbing myself with porcupines in every single inch of my body. Even that sounds more pleasant than Spanish at times.
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8:35 a.m. 3rd period, Journalism 2. This is basically newspaper. We get two months to write 5 articles, read a chapter, and make notes. Instead I play Mario Kart DS with the guys, sleep, and watch the guys sing “Single Ladies” and try to dance.
10:20 a.m. 4th period, AP European History. MY TEACHER HAS A BRITISH ACCENT!!! She never stop speaking or walking around. She’s actually quite entertaining. I wonder if she ever speaks to her cat at home. What is she talking about? Louis XIV. What happened with the first thirteen? Oh dear...
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10:20 a.m. 5th period Algebra 2 Honors. We usually do one of two things for this class: We go to the computer lab and work on Online Carnegie Cognitive Tutor, and I help peers doodle weird looking people on the computer, or we go to a normal classroom and hear our teacher discuss life lessons for an hour, and the rest is math. His life lessons make us laugh, but we’re actually supposed to take it seriously. We even have a Facebook group about his life lessons. Over 156 of his students have joined. It’s mostly about working hard, and he always uses himself as an example.
12:10 p.m. Finally, lunch. It’s the third lunch of the day since middle schoolers have two lunches. The administration figured it was okay to cram all of the high schoolers in a small cafeteria and let them spill out into the hallway or outside. Not nice, not nice at all. I’m usually outside alternating between the table of my friends and my boyfriend’s friends. I steal other people’s food and eat my own from my Buzz Lightyear lunchbox. If it's nasty, cold pizza, I don't bother.
12:50 p.m. 6th period, Physics Honors. No one gets this class. At all. We listen to the teacher explain it 20 times and it still won’t get through our heads. It’s like learning Hindi. My teacher looks like a cartoon character. He’s really chubby and his legs don’t seem to exist under his lab coat/cloak so it looks like he’s actually wobbling. We managed to distract him by asking if bladders can really explode. And about how men always lose in arguments. And why our heads would burst if we went into space without helmets. And hermaphrodites.
12:50 p.m. 7th period, Dance. God help me. I chose Drama 4, not this. I only speak with two people because the other girls are usually gossiping and talking about girly stuff. Not my thing. Wait, we have to do a split? Oh dear... My legs are totally not capable of expanding so much. No, the teacher is pushing me down!!! This is painful!! Something just cracked that shouldn’t have!
2:30 p.m. FREEDOM! I either go to club meetings, or my mom picks me up. She usually takes me three times a week to McDonalds, then I go home, go on SparkNotes and relax. Heaven has finally been reached.
Recap: I’m not good with percentages.... Forget the recap.
*A private school that is provided money from the government, but has more freedom with rules, regulations, and such.
**I was in 6th when I started. The 6th graders seem to get smaller every year with their huge book bags resembling turtle shells; they are so cute!
Are there charter schools near you?
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