After returning home from school today, I can certainly say that this school year is going to be horrible for me. Within my first day alone, I have already encountered a different mishap everywhere I turn. First, all of the 9th graders gathered in the auditorium for an assembly and I ended up running into this jerk of a teacher I call “Mr. Neck”. Next, during my first lunch period of my freshman year, I ended up in an incident where someone threw mashed potatoes at me after I bumped into someone I call “Basketball Pole”. I don’t like most of my classes, especially Social Studies, which is taught by “Mr. Neck”, and English, which is being taught by a female teacher I personally nicknamed “Hairwoman”. However, I do find art class to be a bright spot of my day because I can actually express myself without any judgement and Mr. Freeman is actually a nice person. Well, I guess I could make an attempt to get through my freshman year. Besides, how hard could high school really be?
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