If life at an all-girls school has taught kenzgirl one thing, it's to always keep her "boy-dar" honed and ready.—Sparkitors
It’s 6 AM and my alarm is blaring. I want to throw it against the wall and curl back up into my warm cocoon of a bed, but I know it’s time. I run to my room and grab a polo off the ground. *sniff sniff * Clean enough. I grab my trusty plaid skirt, which doubles as a napkin, throw my clothes on, run down the stairs, and put my hair up into a messy knot on the top of my head.
After the agonizing 19 stairs, I reach what I’ve been dreaming of, what’s been keeping my going the whole four minutes I’ve had my eyes open: my beautiful coffee! I chug my two cups in seconds, brush my teeth, and like a ninja I’m out the door before anyone even knew I was there.
I beat rush hour by minutes, and make it to school with time to spare. I sleep in my car until I only have five minutes before homeroom, then power walk with the rest of the car sleepers to my class, passing girls sitting all over the hallway listening to music, finishing last night’s homework, passing tampons to people all the way across the hall. Of course, everyone has either an iced tea or coffee at hand.
My classes are pretty average. I have Algebra II, a class that no one pays attention in; people are either knitting, painting their nails, texting, doing other homework, or sleeping.
I don’t know if you’ve caught on yet, but sleep and coffee are like gold at my school. It’s rare to hear that someone got more then six hours of sleep. You’re probably thinking, why? Too much homework? For some, yes, but mainly people are on facebook flirting 'til the wee hours of the night with the small number of guys they may know. Desperate, sad, but true.
Then I have US History, AP English, and my favorite class, French. Why is French my favorite? I’ll give you about two seconds and a drum roll to guess…….(are you drum rolling in your head? I thought so):
Yep, you guessed it; it’s my one and only class with boys! Real, living, breathing boys! It’s quite hilarious to watch the guys walk down the hall to class. Every girl’s gaze slowly follows them down the hall. It’s as if we all have boy radar: “Boy? Boy! Mine! Mine! Mine!”
Then of course there’s lunch, my favorite part of the day. We all sit on the ground in what we call lunch groups (aka the group of people you eat lunch with, and do everything outside of school with). It’s someone’s birthday today, so we have pizza, cupcakes, cake, three different kinds of cookies, cheez-itz, brownies, and chips—did I mention we only have like eight people sitting with us? You’d be surprised how much a group of girls can eat when there aren’t any guys around to look skinny or girly for.
After lunch I head to my snooze classes and stare at the clock willing the bell to ring. As soon as it does, it’s a mad dash for the cars. People are literally sprinting to their cars with keys outstretched, pushing others out of the way and avoiding the chatterboxes at all costs.
The quicker you get to your car, the quicker you can go home to finish your work, and the quicker you get to SLEEP! Your life depends on how fast you can get to your car! My feet feel like they are flying underneath me, nothing can stop me, no—wait a second! What’s that tingling sensation? Boy-dar, boy-dar! I slow my pace to a fast walk, pinch my cheeks, and hike my skirt up a bit. Yep, I knew it, the entire soccer team from the boys' school is running by at the moment. * Smile…awkward twirl of the hair and batting of the lashes * Every girl stops their conversation to follow them with their eyes.
The second the guys are out of sight I start up my sprint again and I’m in my car before you can say “Expecto Patronum.” I race home, finish my homework just in time to watch a rerun of “Bewitched,” and I hop into bed and prepare to do the whole thing over again in about five hours, six if I’m lucky.
Do you go to an all-girls school? What's it like?
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