My first day back from school

After my latest bout of 'headaches' on Monday, I again, made the long journey back to the place I call school. Now I actually enjoy school, and being in town all day has its perks, but today was one of those days again.

*random song*
I wake up in the morning, check my alarm clock. 6:45AM. This is bad, considering my first alarm was to go off at 6:30 and I must've woken up during the second which began at 6:45. I quickly hard-assed it out of bed, again searching for my pants, who always go missing at important moments.
I hit the showers, streaking my hands through my rather long hair (well, long for me)
I was beginning to resemble Elvis's hair style. I hate Elvis's hair style. My mahogany hair endured the downpour of my shower.
I exit the shower, to see my mess of what I assume was my hair. I was supposed to style this, without using any products because I hate them. I knew that my extra time in the shower may come back to bite me in the ass, as doing my hair takes ages.
As I finished, exited the shower and found all my books which I handily gathered the night before, so I wouldn't have to find them the following day, I began to find a large number of random objects in my bag from my experience down 'Holiday Road'. Shuffling them out, I am forced to go find all my clothes, which I had not prepared the night before.
Still, I manage to do this quickly, checking the clock, which now reads 7:15. 'Doesn't the bus come at 7:15 ? Why am I catching the early, early bus again ? Oh yeah, because I'm excited for school... Damn me' - I think towards myself.
Believing I missed the early early bus, I proceeded to have breakfast before school. A feat I have not achieved for a millennium. After hard-assing the leftover pasta down, and grabbing the first umbrella, I was at the bus stop in less than 2 minutes. There were already 3 other patrons. 'This was good, this means the bus was coming soon' - I thought to myself, standing in my familiar 'Cool Guy Pose' so if any passerbyers were to glance, they would believe that I was awesome. This was accompanied by the large umbrella I had, because my stupid sister stole my other, because she broke her first one. That year 10 from school was already there, in all his blonde, fat glory.
The bus came shortly after, a bit earlier than I had expected, but this was by far no disadvantage towards myself. Time was 7:25.

I sat on the bus, reading articles on my phone, finding a funny one about a porn store, but we won't get into that.
After exiting the bus, I looked up to the familiar sight of Currie Street, with the daily walk to school only a mere 2 songs away. I look down to see the blonde year 10 already silently sneaking away from me. He was a good 10m in front of me. I was not about to let him beat me to school. Catching up to him quickly, we proceeded to take our turn down Topham Mall, but as always, I turn left instead of going the regulation straight towards Pirie Street.. or Waymouth.. I always get them mixed.
Back to the story, I instantly realise my turn was a mistake, as I was caught behind two men in suits. Fit men, who you would think would walk faster. I could hear fat blonde year 10 kid's giggling at his sudden luck. But I was not about to be beaten. After maneuvering out from behind them, I walked down the familiar side street, swinging my umbrella around in my glee at the idea that the traffic light would prevent fat kid from arriving at school before me. Suddenly, I was struck with a wave of traffic, stemming from, as I glanced to my right, THE RED LIGHT WHERE FAT KID WAS CROSSING!!

I was horrified, quickly maneuvering around the cars, to walk down past the ANZ building and hard-assing it down to Franklin Street. As always, I didn't run when I say hard-assed. I never run against this kid. Although he may not run, I respect the rules of unspoken competitions.

I arrive across the road from school, first time in over two weeks, to see fat blonde kid basically there. I stood there, stunned at this sudden turnaround of fates, and then my luck changes. I notice his pace is, well... of a fat guy's.. I could still make it. I rush across the road, with no traffic, as the road gods love me, and I reach the school just as he does. Only, he is not greeted by anyone, and I am greeted with three girls. I think it was my win. Although, the door is locked, so our small competition is voided. He walked off, and turned around the side of the school, with what I assumed to be for a small cry.

After socialising with the three girls for a few minutes, with Thu trying to jump me a few times, I notice fat guy had somehow entered the school. I pointed it out to my fellow year 11 colleagues, o how a year 10 got past us, silently infuriated I led myself to believe that he had gone for a cry instead of finding a new way in. I admit defeat here, as we waited for a teacher to arrive to allow us entry into the hollowed grounds of Eynesbury.

After being let in, and shuffling around a table on the ground floor, I began the delayed 'post-holiday' discussion, which I had been absent for the previous day. I talked about my horror holidays, and as friends started arriving to school, I began to acquaint myself with them once again. After being bossed around by Tammy, as I do, I realised the time. 8:25, 10min to class.
I quickly leg it to the elavators where I find Elisha and Sophie, with Sophie and I exchanging death looks, as we do. We said our pleasantries, and we all made our way to the hallway, waiting for psychology to begin, as we waited with friends before entering class... oh god, class again.

As we all sat down, Sophie stealing my seat next to Elisha, which silently infuriated me, and our general chatter died down to just me noising cheeky insults directed towards many members of our class, Jeannette silencing me quickly. She began explaining what the lesson was about. Emotions, and how they affect us. She then ordered us to write a paragraph on a moment of emotion that we had recently. As I'm evil, and I don't have any memories of emotions, I chose to do when I giggled heavily to Good News Week the night prior. On Good News Week, at which point I was watching, the racial slurs were out, and the sexism was at large, which is my forte.
As the words translated on the page, just like now, I began to laugh at what I wrote, just like now, because I'm awesome. I promptly showed Shay and Elisha my results, who agreed with me on the funny nature of my writing. I then proceeded to sing to myself for the remainder of the task time, before Jeanette asked us what sort of emotions followed with our paragraph.
Half the class had sad, bitter negative emotions, which showed quite heavily. I, on the otherhand, seemed to be the sole provider of all that is good. So much for me being evil!!
As the whiteboard began to pile up with different sorts of feelings, behaviours and physiological affects, I began to get bored and again sat there making rude gestures to Lee, who didn't seem to notice.

After the excruciating discussion, in which I managed to earn many places on the whiteboard in suggestions, with the best being 'Rolling on the Floor, laughing', or ROFL for short... although Jeannette didn't write ROFL... she is gay. We began to get into the guts of the lesson, which was about Love.

Now, for those that know me, we all know that everyone loves me, and I love everyone, except you.
This however, is contrasted by my intensive cynical nature, as I believe, as teens, we know nothing about love, and we should stop pretending ourselves, and whatever we are feeling is just lust.
But yet, I am forced to watch a dodgy video on love, which I chose to translate to 'Lets pay them out for all the awkward things they say on there'. This was time well-spent.
After pausing multiple times, one of my classmates decides to mention her distaste in public affection. This is a big issue at school, as many couples just fall short of dry-humping each other, except a few, who go much further than this.
As my neighbour of this particular lesson, Lee, happens to be one of these people, I decided it would be perfect to sit there and make jibes at him for the rest of class, or until the break, which came shortly after as my teacher had had enough of me interrupting the class for a giggle.

Our break was boring... that was about it.. I did try and pin a public affection attack on Mish and Josh but Josh wasn't budging and calling Mish a slut on its own lost its effect a while ago. The other funny thing was Sophie stating someone else had a big nose, and then subsequently calling herself a bitch.

The rest of the break, and psych lesson were fairly boring, with me dragging the distraction and procrastion on my back alone, while still managing to contribute to the class more than everyone combined.

As we moved from Pyschology to Mentor, which today was about subject selection, I again sat with the asians, as well as Phoebe and Steph, who are awesome, but not as awesome as me.
From there, we embarked on 2 hours of discussions on what subjects we should do next year, mainly centering around what english, or maths, and I came out of the experience none the wiser.

For lunch, it was a mess. I provided my own lunch for the day, some more pasta!!
This however was not to be eaten so easily, after being dragged around by Linda firstly to get some fried rice.
We arrived back to level two, to find Bianca, Natalie and Chai-Hoon, who were gossiping about boys, and did not seem to mind my being there. I don't know how to take this, but I know its badly.
After being left out with Chai-Hoon and Linda by the Rachael, Natalie and Bianca, they began to question me about boys.
Natalie believed staunchly that when boys say one thing, they mean another. I was dumbfounded. I thought she was quite stupid, as if anything, that is all girls do. We argued about this, and multiple other things for the rest of the lunch, in which we planned to argue further in Chemistry.

As we arrived in Chemistry, we were surprised with a formative test, which we did for the majority of the lesson. This was boring. I was called by my sister, who acts all high and mighty towards me but argues that she doesn't, and then texted, reminding me to immediately go home after school to look after Dad who had eye surgery in the morning, which I already knew.

The rest of class went excruciatingly slow, and as I legged it to the bus stop, I realised for the first time, that they had changed the bus time slots. This was very nice, as a hot asian girl got on my new bus!!

I spend a large amount on the bus, reading articles again.
I arrived home, ready to have to drive my dad to the post office, running around in the rain because I had to. My dad didn't care.
After some expert driving skills, I arrived to the post office, and after some sucking up to dad, I earned some money for a haircut, to which I drove to, illegally, as I'm still on my L's.. but I don't care, because my hair is above the law.

After the haircut, while listening to Hamish and Andy, who are funnerz, I returned to the post office and waited a large amount of time, realising that I had a headache, and my body was sore, as well as I could feel a flu onset coming on. This said to me, 'go and explore... in the car', which i did. Which was fun because driving is fun, and I'm lots of fun. I arrived back at the post office, waiting for my parents to finish up with work, and I was still forced to wait, before Dad returned to the car, in which I wheeled it back home...
Now you would think it was a generally ordinary day, but when I arrived home, I was encountered with my little sister's bitchiness. I take this as a bad day now.

And this was my first day back at school... man I so thought this was going to be funnier, but its not, and that is gay.