Its where all of the bad kids go. Everyone at my old school avoided it. Everybody knew that they shouldn’t go there. I told mom about it but she didn’t listen until it was too late.
The school I wanted to go to (the one with everyone from my old school) was 20 minutes away, and mom didn’t want to drive all the way over there everyday (even though she wasn’t the one driving me to and from school).
The hallways of the school are crazy when there is anyone in it. Even if its a small group of kids, the find a way to cause chaos in the halls. Its not full of cigarette butts like Nam told me, but its still bad. When you get the chance to walk in the hallways alone, it’s kind of peaceful. Theres not much to look at, and the school looks like someone trying to make a prison on Minecraft.
There’s this one teacher who has a whistle that makes as much noise as a fire alarm. At lunch, she blasted it right next to my ear when the cafeteria got noisy. Everyone at lunch is always noisy, so the principal tries to keep them quiet by saying stuff like:
“RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU CAN HEAR MY VOICE!”
and “DO YOU GUYS WANT SILENT LUNCH?”
Its on of the things that stop me from sleeping at lunch. There other thing is how cold it is. There has only been 1 time that I fell asleep at lunch, and thats when I had a hoodie, long pants, and there was no noise. So thats why I quit trying to fall asleep, and starting coding and playing games. They let us play games all the time. I saw these 2 guys playing Five Nights at Freddy’s 1 and they were so bad they could only make it to the 3rd night. They quit after that, and now that we have assigned seats, I don’t see him anymore.
My first period, being math, is usually the most fun. Unless the teacher makes you play a math game that is all luck and no skill. We had to pick an envelope that has a random amount of points in it. It was the other team’s turn first, and they got 150,000 points. On the first turn. Well, if they get that many points maybe we get a lot of points too, I thought. But NO. Every single turn we got, we lost points. First it was -100, and we were already in the negatives. Then -5,000, and -150,000, and then -400,000. Even though we got every question right unlike them, we lost by about 600,000 points.
Once we were playing an escape room where you had to answer questions to get a piece of a code to escape. I won first, and then I saw this one guy name Monoreach, who’s usually kind of smart, asking for help. I saw tears in his eyes. I went over to the computer to help him, but he didn’t even follow me. Instead, he sat down in a corner, weeping. I asked him if he wanted me to help him, but he didn’t answer. So I just stood around awkwardly waiting for him to do something. Then I got tired of waiting and started to do my homework, and then FINALLY he asked me to help, again, and we both went to the computer. I helped him through the problems and he seemed to be doing well, but I noticed he was using a calculator for the simplest problems. He couldn’t find 5 x 5 in his head, so he used his calculator. That was kind of odd.
Ms. Kimbrough is probably everybody’s favorite teacher. There is even this one girl who comes to her every 1st period to say hi. Kim had to get her out by spraying Lysol on her.
Second period, which is my U.S history class is the smallest class that is still loud. The teacher has the last name Nguyen, and everybody keeps asking me if she is my mom. I tell them no, she is not my mom.
But the keep asking, is Ms. Nguyen your mom..?
Even if I’ve already told them twice, maybe even 3 times, they still ask. There are people who I’ve talked to, told them the answer to their question multiple times, known them for the whole school year, but they still ask, like they are making a new discovery.
Wait, if your last name is Nguyen,
and her last name is Nguyen, then…
And then I just have to cut them off because I already know their next words. Im very used to it by now. I can cut them off the second they say mom, Ms. Nguyen, or History teacher.
Mr. Fox makes us play boring songs in band. I know this is our first year, but I do not want to play jingle bells everyday, and then play everyone jingle bells at the concert for everyone to hear. But maybe its just because I play the easiest instrument in band, the xylophone. This xylophone isn’t even in good shape, some keys are broken and held together with rubber bands and tape. Most of the mallets have lost all of the yarn. At least I get to see whats under the yarn. Being a percussionist makes you basically not even exist. Me and the other guy, Gabe, have raised our hands a bunch of times, but only once have we been called on. And that was at the beginning of the school year. He doesn’t even tell us what group we are in. He says,
Flutes and clarinets, you are group 1…
Saxophones and trumpets, group 2,
and tubas and euphoniums, group 3.
He never mentions us at all, and this is a bit of a problem when he asks us to play in groups. But we do get to play on the piano and drums, unlike the others. I taught my friend Gabe how to play the treble clef for gymnopedie so that we could play together, but he isn’t very good at it. He always plays too early or too late, and it’s hard for him to remember the 3 notes at the end of the first few lines. I think thats just me being a bad teacher though. Gabe lost his music sheet for the concert, and now he only knows 2 out of the 3 songs. Usually, everyone brings their own music sheet, but he just reads off of mine. The problem is, he’s not supposed to play the same part as me in the 3rd song. He told me that he didn’t tell the teacher, and that he wasn’t going to the concert. I don’t know why he didn’t tell the teacher, because not going to the concert will take you from an A to a C.
Last year, gifted was fun, and there was cool projects. But middle school gifted sucks. The class is full of crazy people, and the teacher makes us present something twice a week. Even in the other periods, they are crazy. I ran back in because I forgot jacket and everyone in the class was yelling and stuff but the teacher did nothing about it. There are a lot of things that I don’t like to do in that class. We do get to read a cool book though. On Friday, we get to do game day, like in elementary school. I used to play chess against my friends at my old school, and usually we ran out of time (but I would’ve won if we had time). Me and Dean, who is from my History class and also asked me multiple times if my mom was Ms. Nguyen, played chess. At first, things were going normal. I was winning. That was until I moved my queen forward.
You cant do that
What? i say.
The queen can only move diagonally, but can move 7 times.
I question him about it, and he said that at his old school, those were the rules. I let it slide because I was winning. Later in the game, he said that he didn’t know how the knight moves. I taught him. Then, he did the thing with the queen where he moves 7 times and kills my queen. Then this guy waiting for the game to end so he could go against me was like
Dude, you can’t do that!
And Dean tells him about the rule and the guy goes
Oh my-
I cut him off and say just let him do it.
And then we run out of time.
My computer class can be the most fun and the most boring class. Its boring when you have to do the work while using the sweaty headphones. Its fun when you are done and get to do whatever you want. I usually make a game or go on typing.com. Theres this girl who is always next to me when we assign seats who is very annoying when I am making a game.
What game are you making?
What does that say?
Obviously I’m making Five Nights at Freddy’s. Every Tuesday, Mr. Bethel comes in and shows us videos about the mind. And then when he asks us to read questions, usually only 1 of us raises our hands.
I walk into the science class everyday prepared for the most random and long rant about something I don’t even know. Once he said something like
Paper balls are better at being an airplane than a paper airplane
and then he starts to argue with the class for the rest of the period. Once someone came back from the bathroom and he said
I bet you can’t stick out your tongue and touch your nose!
And when he fails, the teacher sticks his tongue out and puts his finger on his nose. This is proof that this class is %80 talking, and %20 working.
This school is a bit crazy, and I might go crazy being there everyday. The weekends are like breaks from the chaos of the school. I wish I had an extra day of the weekend.