Well, folks, today I ventured back to school. Today was a half day, and I only dragged myself to a Certain Catholic High School for two reasons: to get my schedule, and dump all of my books into my locker. Unfortunately, they decided to hold our schedules and locker numbers hostage while we sat through a mass that seemed to last for days. Oh the joys of a religious school.
Let me give you a (not so) brief recap of my day thus far.
6:45 - Crawl out of bed, remove retainer (which is disgusting by the way), brush teeth.
6:55 - Put moisturizer on eyelids (because for some reason they've developed a tendency to peel, which is NOT attractive), attempt to apply eyeshadow (because who doesn't like looking nice for the first day of school?)
6:58 - Toss on my uniform and discover that the new shirts I got are huge on me.
7:00-7:15 - Desperately attempt to fold the giant shirt-tail under my tank top (because everyone knows girls are just too cool to actually tuck in their shirts.)
7:16 - Eat a Special K bar (pretty much the only thing I've had to eat today...and it's now 4:00. Damn.)
7:20 - Gather my Oscar the Grouch book bag and boyfriend's school shoes that he left at my house months ago (he's blonde) and climb in the back seat of my mom's car because quote, "I've been throwing up all night so you might want to sit in the back."
7:20 - 7:50 - Enjoy the increasing feeling of anxiety as we get closer and closer to the school.
7:50 - 8:11 - Stand awkwardly in the hallway attempting to socialize with some people I haven't seen since last year. Enjoy the occasional "You look so different without braces!" Code for "You're a little less ugly now!"
8:11 - 8:15 - Stand through morning prayer and Pledge of Allegiance. Yay! Brainwashing!
8:15 - Get arranged in alphabetical order and end up placed almost directly in front of the teacher's podium thingy. But that's okay because I love this teacher and I'm between Kelley and a girl who has been my semi-alcoholic homeroom buddy for the past two years.
Some time later - Get called down to the auditorium for the official First Endless Mass of the year.
20 years later - "The mass has ended, go in peace...but not really!" Stay in the auditorium but move to our positions for a "Juniors Only Assembly" and listen to some middle-aged women bitch about our sloppy uniforms for the zillionth time since we've first come to the school.
Another while later - Finally go back to homeroom and get what I came for: my schedule and locker number. Come close to strangling someone out of joy when Kelley and I discover we have the same lunch.
From then until 11:50 - Sit in homeroom chatting because they allotted time for ID's to be made, but the machine for it isn't working. ("The camera and the computer, for some reason, aren't communicating.")
11:50 - Leave the school after some more hallway chitchat and go home.
12:20 - Flop on bed. Sleep.
2:45 - Wake up.
2:46 - Sleep.
4:15 - Finally get the hell up and decide to do something "productive." Write a post.
Now, I was planning on going on a rant about uniforms and the flaws in our school's disciplinary system, but, frankly, I just do not have the energy. And besides, if you've read this far, I've wasted enough of your time already. I do have just enough willpower to complain about one thing though: lockers. This year, as Juniors, we get upgraded to big kid lockers. (You know, the ones that are big enough to fit a short person, like, oh say, Kelley, into.) But getting a bigger locker seems pretty pointless when there's only ONE shelf, at the VERY TOP. Gah. This just really gets me. I'm going to have to spend a good chunk of this month finding some way to install a shelf system in there.
Speaking of this month, September that is, my birthday is this week! Yay! (Just putting that out there.)
-Kate
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