Initiation

I can't say I enjoyed today. I enjoyed the beginning of today, in a stoic kind of way. My first class contains David, which was good, Prashan sat between us. Jackie and Rose were also taking the class. They were two particular people I'd always fantasized being friends with. They were eccentric, intelligent, and talented. I never got to know them however, even though I'd known both of them for an extended period of time. Jackie since fifth, and Rose, since kindergarten. Anyways, we watched roadrunner clips, analyzed the physics in them, and learned the three of us, Prashan, David and I, all had trouble writing our names on a Popsicle stick.

Second period I had Mrs. Sage, the blind teacher. I sat next to an attractive black girl. We were to learn about our neighbors, then introduce them, along with a particularly interesting trait. Her name was, Coryn, or something of the sort. Her interesting trait changed from, 'likes to talk,' to 'likes to sing and dance' to 'likes boys.' Mine changed from, 'is an internal person,' to 'likes cardgames' seemingly contrasting traits. I'd taken Psyche for the chance at being with a relatively close friend, Geoffrey, who signed up to be a Teacher's Aid, or Courtney, who was just taking Psyche. I was with neither, rather, I was with a very minor acquaintance from my previous math class, Geo, who, throughout all of last year I was rather envious of. Though we're both on opposite sides of the room.

Brunch, like every brunch, I went to Macatanguay's class. Before doing so I went to my locker to retrieve my brunch, a small banana bar, and take a few sips of coffee. I was shaking, and perhaps I was damaging my system, regardless, I was wide awake. I started feeling depressed. I sat around and listened to their conversations, and the room gradually became more and more crowded. Bell rings, I proceed toward Gharybian's Calculus.

I disliked the teacher. A heavy Russian accent, and an inability to express simplistic thoughts shortly and simplistically. She lied to us repeatedly aswell, but that may be due to ineptitude with english. She seemed to dislike the children with short attention spans. She gave us a speech on how we'd all pass her class because of her ingenuity and simplicity of calculus. This made me nervous. However I was seated next to Earnest, who was not at all arrogant like his older brother. Earnest was in my next class, although I didn't manage to sit next to him.

I liked Harmon, although he spent the whole period bragging about his expensive equipment, and how we, in a superior class, would one day use such and such. I had my doubts.

Lunch was a relative mirror of brunch, only, longer, and I kept walking the three building away to my locker. I'd hoped to see some friends along the way, but I didn't. I was confident I was depressed, so eventually I moved to the quad to find my regular table taken. I take the table to the left and read my book. Sandman Slim. The protagonist's life has been crushed. He's on a trail for vengeance. Perhaps it'll be a corny story, or a film noir vengeance flick. Bittersweet.

Fifth starts, so I make my way to my Civics class. The teacher's absent. I take the seat closest to the door. It's my favorite seat. Sometimes I can see outside the door's windows, which are almost always open. I can dream, imagine, fantasize. Kylie sits next to me. I know her vaguely. We've spoken at the beginning and end of last year, about the future, then the past. Sweet girl. Anyhow, the substitute spends the first five minutes handing out papers, the we have the rest of the period to ourselves. Kylie does her Spanish homework. I read Sandman Slim. A two hundred year old immortal Frenchman with a powerful grasp on magic's workings aids the protagonist in his pursuit of vengeance, only due to their friendship. As you can tell, I've cut out several important details.

Sixth period begins, and I see several of the people that were in Ms. Ireland's previous sixth period class. Not much happens, and I read more sandman slim.

After school I hoped to see those people I'd hoped to see. I didn't. I feel massive toe pains, looking physically the toe next to my right bigtoe, it's bending upward strangely and painfully. I sit down and massage my right foot. More pain.

People depart.

I depart.

I think about writing this.

My father tells me about a video he saw online. He's discovered a youtube clone, similar to having discovered youtube for the first time. He's like a child, talking about 'the coolest man alive', a mixture of martial arts, Chinese acrobatics, and parkour. He's definitely skilled at each of the arts. My father, laughing like a child, at something in the same fashion would a teenager. It was unsettling, in a positive sort of way I'd suppose.

Unsettling.

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