Wait, what?!
*is smacked by the reality that he's an upperclassmen*
It all feels like it's happening a little too fast.Screw that, it's happening incredibly fast. I still remember, clear as day, the first day I went to check out my elementary school. I was fascinated with the big bright, blue doors, and the colorful toys. The chipping paint went unnoticed as my shoes squeaked up the hall, towards the cafeteria. My guide showed me the whole school, and I gawked at the gym- You could fit my room in there eighty times!
Today, my dad dropped me off at my new high school. I rushed in the doors, and made my way to H hall. Except, I wound out on N hall. I had to ask for directions, and even THOSE got me sent to the wrong place. I eventually made it to my homeroom, where I chose a seat in the back of the room, away from everyone. Gradually, people poured in through the doors, and it was like segregation or something: All the black kids sat with me on the right side of the room, and all the white kids sat on the left. I didn't feel inclined to move- I liked where I was sitting. I recognized about three faces, but no one paid me any notice.
Homeroom lasted two hours. I about fell asleep a few times, but I didn't. All the kids on my side of the room cracked jokes about reefer, and all the kids on the other side amused themselves with stories about summer. The teacher had gotten through going over the rules, and we were waiting for the bell to ring. It rang after about twenty minutes, and I made my way to my Parenting and Child Development class.
After getting lost (again), I stumbled into the room, and chose a seat. At the front of the room. Close to the door. What was I thinking? Anyways, people came in and sat down. I was, and am, the solitary white male in my class. 96% are black females, with 3% black males. No one paid me any mind, again. I didn't recognize a soul. The girl sitting behind me is actually expecting. She's due next week. Our teacher has this heavy African accent, and she brought out the babies that we're going to take care of. They're so.. Ish. They're creepy. But if I care for it and support it, I'll pass the class. Okay, I can do that.
I think.
The bell rang, and I made my way to my second period, Spanish 3. I sat down in my assigned seat, and watched people come into the room. I recognized only one, but he didn't notice me. Again. *sigh* Anyways, Spanish started, and we had a little fun talking about ourselves. Nothing really special here, so I'll move on.
As I went to Physics, I passed Lindsey, my friend from work. She said hey, I said hey, and then went on my way. I came in the door for Physics, and immediately recognized three faces. Two of which did not know me. HOWEVER the last one did! I had lunch with him later, and we talked about stuff. So, I have one friend, so far. Yay!
Physics came and went, and then it was time for the last period. I went to US history, eager to see who all I recognized. I got lost again, and had to stop for directions. But, when I went in, I noticed three people I knew! Again, only one acknowledged me. But she sat next to me, and we talked a little. I really like my History Teacher- in fact, she knows my teacher from last year! She said my teacher said really nice things about me. I smiled.
I got lost on my way to find Lindsey, but I found her eventually, and we walked to the parking lot. She and I dropped our stuff off at her car, and she told me we weren't leaving yet; She had a few errands to run. I sat near the car, and sighed. I was sad that so few recognized me. However, I understand.
Lindsey got back, then dropped me off at work shortly, and that's all I have to say.
~ Tim
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