Cake walk
by BIG ERM | Score: 4600
I gasp, woken up with a start. Mondays are the worst. After waking up for two whole days with no alarm, i get a rude awakening from my alarm clock that screeches worse than nails on a chalk board.
Once i'm up, i'm up. Theres no fighting it. I get up to get ready and struggle with my shirt buttons. Walking to school takes forever but it means i'll get to see my favorite teacher. The art teacher here at miller high. I'm almost certain that her that coffee mug of hers holds more bourbon than coffee but shes the only teacher that gives total creative freedom.
Her class is first and after that some wonky calculus that makes no sense to me. I really need to start going to tutoring. After calc is lunch, my least favorite time. Its when Rebecca Caladonia puts on her reality tv show. Her and all her pretty friends. They bullied the hell out of me for this mushroom hat i had. Since then ive been concoting my revenge.
After lunch i have archery. I dont know how I ended up with this class but it sure is fun. I avoid squering my peers but pin the target over and over. Maybe i should get a bow.
After that is the last class of the day. A digital engineering class. We mess with light renderings of 3D models and other stuff like it. I'm not really good at the digital arts and much prefer my water color rainbows from this morning. My artistic ability hasn't really surpassed that of a 5 year olds. The teacher for this class is the main reason for my entertainment. The "enthusiastic engineer" is what his door says. He's always chipper and goofy which makes the digitial 1's and 0's palatable.
After his class schools over and i'm back to walking home. The airs a bit brisk and I pull my sleeves tight-wrapping my arms around my self. Here in indiana the winters are really long and extremely cold.