I didn’t know I was going to attend school today, so I was wearing a cheesy shirt that said “AWESOME”. So when my dad texted me, I simply put on a black sweatshirt in an effort to hide my terrible shirt. When my dad came home, I got on my backpack and we headed to my school. The school teaches fifth, sixth, and seventh grade. While I was present during my fifth grade year, I had missed my sixth grade year. I wish I could have stayed until winter so I could keep going to the ski club, but I couldn’t. While my fellow club members where getting their gold stars, I was sitting around doing nothing. I entered the school with my dad, and we were told to go to the office. While I was in the office, I saw Mr. Lavery, who everyone calls Mr. Monopoly since he looks like the Monopoly guy. I remember being sent to the office once. A kid had accidentally chucked a basketball at my face, and we were both sent to the office. I’m not sure why I had to tag along. The vice principal lectured us on the importance of friendship or something like that. Anyway, my dad and I went to the counselor’s office to get my schedule ready. She asked what my favorite subject was, so I said ELA. She then told me one of my fifth grade ELA teachers is now teaching seventh grade, so she sent me to her team. Nobody actually calls them teams; most of the kids call them houses, like in Harry Potter. There are three houses: Claws, Paws, and Stripes. The popular kids are usually in Claws, whereas all the outcasts are usually in Paws. Stripes just had the normal kids, and that was the house I was going to. It was my second time going to Stripes. Also, if you couldn’t already tell, our mascot is a tiger. It was the middle of fifth period, which was math for me. When I went to the math room, nobody was there, so I went down to the media center, which was where my class was. I was pretty worried since I didn’t see anyone I recognized. If you have the wrong classmates, your year is over. The class was doing some sort of activity where you get to know your classmates better by having them write a thing about themselves. Everyone was walking around talking to each other. I met some familiar faces, and then we got sent back to math class. During the first few days of school, the teachers usually don’t give us any work. The math teacher seemed to realize this, so he tried to keep us awake with his talking. He started to run out of things to say, so that’s how we ended up learning about what he likes to wear on sunny days for half an hour. After a while, he seemed to realize how stupid he sounded, so he made us watch inspirational videos for the rest of class. When class ended, we all headed to lunch. I was quickly reminded how bad school food is. We then headed to the media center. Usually, we are supposed to go to the gym for “activity time”, which is basically recess. However, there was a gym class in session, so we got kicked out to the media center. If you don’t want to go to activity time after lunch, then you can go the “game room”, which is just a place where you can play board games and do your homework. The teachers asked us to decide where to go for tomorrow. The friends I were with couldn’t make up their minds. Eventually we decided on the “game room”, but we were too late. The “game room” had already reached the maximum amount of people. We were kicked into “activity time”, which meets in the gym. Great. Everyone headed to their final period of the day. Mine was social studies. Surprisingly, my old ELA teacher was teaching the class. I got there first, so I picked a random seat close to the board. Little did I know, I had wandered into the girls’ territory. When the other kids came in, most of the girls sat down at the same table as me. They had probably established it as the girls’ table on the day I had not been here. Now I had no one to talk to. The teacher went over the rules, as if they hadn’t already drilled it into our heads. She told us to respect the things in the classroom. She pointed at the books and told us that she paid for this with her own money. Teachers seem to really like to say that. When the end of class was near, I asked if I had a locker yet, since I was tired of lugging my backpack around. The teacher told me my locker number, and so I left. When I asked where my locker was, my response was just, “It’s near the girls’ bathroom.” I went to the girls’ bathroom, but it wasn’t there. I left quickly because I couldn’t be seen hanging out near the girls’ bathroom. I wandered around for a bit until I found a locker with my name on it. By the time I put all my things in the locker, school had ended. I started walking out of the school since my dad said he would pick me up somewhere else. A ski club member tagged along with me for a bit until he saw his car and left. I was a bit confused on where to go because when I searched it up, it would show this random place I wasn’t even close to. I finally stumbled upon the meeting place. I checked what road it was, and it turns out my dad had given me the wrong location. So that’s how my day at school ended.