Perfecto Correcto

The first day of school was yesterday. I wasn’t able to blog due to the million forms to sign, reliving the day, and the extreme exhaustion that finally followed me to my bed.

It was interesting, at least. I found I’ve never been more nervous to start a new school, but I was thrilled with the junior high.

Unlike the middle school, which I went to last year, the junior high has a good, organized numbering system. Any single or double digit room number is in the basement, any with a 1 in the front are on the first floor, and any with a 2 in front are on the second floor.

It was nice; I couldn’t get lost. I can even find my way from Spanish (room seven) to Today’s Business (room 221), a feat which anyone would have thought impossible for a new 8^th grader in the four minutes allotted as passing time.

Sure, the junior high has no air conditioning, but that’s not as big of a deal as I originally thought it was. This is Wisconsin, it gets chilly in around October, so that’s less than a month of sweaty teenagers in a confined building. Besides, if we all wear deodorant and drink water, there’s no issue.

I guess I just really liked the school. There’s more freedom in the dress code—reasonable tank tops are actually allowed, and as long as your shorts aren’t revealing your all right. The school supply list also wasn’t very extensive; a nice change from the past.

In my first period class, I have English with possibly the loudest and most obnoxious-yet-completely-amazing group of people ever. Yesterday our teacher did the following with us:
Welcomed us
Played a cookie monster video (link)
Handed us out cookies
Played awesome dance music as we got into our seating chart
Took song requests for the rest of the period and played our (clean lyric) choices on YouTube.

And then half of the class convinced her that a kid named Henry really likes to be called H-dog. I didn’t quite agree with that, but it was funny nevertheless. I have a feeling English is going to be very interesting this year, and I feel rather bad for our teacher.

The rest of the day was uneventful, except for in Spanish, where my teacher has an odd habit of saying “perfecto, correcto!” She’s a bit too enthusiastic, if you know what I mean.

Now share your own first-day-of-school experiences. Or those times when you’ve encountered doorknobs at your school? Trust me, we’ve all had our fair slice of those.

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