Week One in the Fish Bowl

2009-08-30T22:35:00.001-05:00

Hello, Internet Users!

I’m Rachel, which you should know if you read my ‘About Me’ section. I’m going to skip all my redundant info and go into my subject: high school. Everyone remembers/is experiencing/will soon be in high school. My school, TUHS, is pretty interesting. One, it looks like an Elementary school (which is better than our jail-looking middle school building), two, it’s only one grade, (I’ll explain in a second), and three, it’s like a bad comedy with a hell of a lot of drama rolled in.

I have just become a fish. In fact, tomorrow starts Life in the Fish Bowl: Week 2. There are two campuses to our high school, as I mentioned previously. There’s the 9th Grade Campus which I currently go to, and there’s the Senior Campus which houses 10th, 11th, and 12th graders. The sole reason they build an entire other high school away from the original? They don’t want freshman girls with senior boys. Hah.

This past week has been eye-opening. On the first day, my first-period teacher actually told me to go socialize when I came in early. Then, I met my Algebra II teacher, Ms. Oswald. I don’t really know how to describe her without using the words ‘epic’ ‘awesome’, ‘amazing’, ‘beastly’, ‘pimpin’, ‘ballin’, or ‘downright ridiculus’. She’s an ex-bartender who went to college after her daughter was born, and she doesn’t like giving homework. She said you’ll feel like the class will be a breeze, but when you look back, you’ll have learned a crapload. Yes, she actually used the word ‘crapload’. After that, my choir is amazing, my art is amazing, and there’s biology. I’m not a science person. My year’s going to rock, and you’ll hear every second, whether you like it or not.

Now, with a new school come new people. I love some of them, and some of them are…complicated. Yep, this is the high school love life section for the day. Sit back, grab some popcorn and a tissue box, and enjoy the show. In short: his name is Evan. Ms. Oswald has only forgotten to teach me one thing in math, Evan=perfect. Blonde-ish hair that’s just wavy enough to fan out at the sides, an extremely hot set of ab and chest muscles, which he once displayed at a swimming party, a strong jaw with full lips, and the most beautiful light blue eyes that I can only describe as heavenly. Oh yeah, he’s perfect. Except for the little fact that he ‘just wants to be friends’, but couldn’t tell it to my face. He had to, like any other idiotic teenage boy, text it to me. So we’re supposed to be friends, but I never talk to him when I see him. Which reminds me; he has my lunch, and sits at the table next to me. Ironic, eh? I’ve known Evan for several months because our parents know each other. He seemed like he had feelings for me too. Girls, wouldn’t you think a guy liked you if he would pick you up and spin you around in front of his parents as a hug? Yeah, I thought so too. I really shouldn’t think too much.

Who’s gone to Homecoming before? Ours is in a little while, but people are already looking for dates. And getting them. My two best friends, Yvonne and Leslie, are going single. Leslie is thinking of asking one of my other friends out. Who’s a girl. Leslie’s bi, and I respect that. Yvonne, on the other hand, is nowhere near bi. She’s as straight as you can get, like me. But her problem is that she has too many of the wrong guys chasing after her. So she starts to fall for the wrong guys, and she gets her heart broken every time. I’ve helped comfort her more times than I can remember. So now, she’s on an anti-guy streak. Only problem is, she’s dragging me with her. She says out loud, “You don’t want a date tying you down, go dateless with me and we can dance with tons of guys.” But what she really means is, “I might not get a date. And I can’t accept that. So if we both say we’re staying single now, I won’t get hurt if no one asks.” I know her well enough to tell from that. But Homecoming is about having a date. That’s kind of the whole point. I love her to death, but when she implies to me that I’m not going to get asked out, I can’t help but get defensive. We’ll see what happens this week.

So to sum it up, my first week was interesting. Still waiting to see how things play out, but hoping for the best. Quote of the day: “If we go to school to learn, and knowledge is power, and power is corrupt, and corruption is crime, and crime doesn't pay…then why the hell do we go to school?!?”

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Week One in the Fish Bowl