Every Day Routine

Hm. Today was fun. I PE I caught...hm...I think the grand total was three balls. Well, actually two, but that was because the third one got wrestled out of my hands by one of my friends. She can throw. It's kind of surpirsing. Let's see...what else happened today? Well, let's backtrack from PE...
If you were me (This happens EVERY SINGLE DAY. Things are pretty routine around here):
You wake up to the sound of your father coaxing you to wake up. Twitch your hand to signify that you're awake. Glance at the clock.
7:09. Arg! Get up. Arg. Raise yourself, against the protests of your body, and climb out of bed. Eat. Get dressed. Brush hair. Brush teeth. Keep your vow of silence that is so often apparent in the mornings. Grumble and nod to answer questions and run out the door into your carpool's ride at 7:40 (and if they're late 7:42). Resume silence and read The Phantom of the Opera in the back seat. At arrival in school drop-off, run out of the car, through the breezeway, down the deck, and drop stuff in homeroom. Rush to chapel if it's Wednesday.

Bible. {If it's not Wednesday.}
A very good class. Listen well. Look up verses. Take notes.

IPC {Integrates Physics and Chemistry}.
Sit in the front with Flower Child" and ...um... "Banana" {and no, that's not me}. Chat to them and watch sibling rivalry between "Flower Child"and her brother. {We take IPC with the tenth graders.} Shush when the teacher enters the room. Do not be surpirsed at almost-failing test results. Take LOTS of notes! Do not laugh at friend "Flower Child" while she tries to talk to you and kicks you under the table when you look down, trying not to burst into laughter in the middle of the lecture. Do not reply when she asks you to ask her brother for her pen to give to her or shrug and mouth to her that you don't want to. There's the bell. Off to math. Go to homeroom. While getting your books chat with the seventh graders. On the way to math class complain to "Seigi" about "Flower Child's" distracting you and laugh when "Flower Child" pokes you in the stomach, only to get a poke back from you.

Math.
Sit between "Seigi" and "Flower Child". When the teacher says to be quiet, begin writing daily notes. (And just so we're clear, the teacher knows we pass notes and it's not bad. We are allowed to do it.) While having an ongoing note between the three of you, respond to "Flower Child's" daily FlyLeaf song. Try writing the whole song, line-by-line from memory. If "Seigi" and "Flower Child" try to send notes w/o you on purpose and exclude you, quietly begin frowning and when they laugh at your annoyance, angrily look down at your paper and do not reply. At the end of math, as you angrily pack up your book, if they ask you if you're mad at them, give them that "No, I'm perfectly FINE" look and ignore their laugher. And then when they say they're sorry and let you read their note, smile, forgive them, and laugh about it, but not without first poking them both in the stomach. Get your books from your locker and chat with the highschoolers.

English.
OOH. Run. You're probably late, so run to this class; this teacher is strict. Go in, check your file, and slide into your seat next to "Flower Child" with the bell ringing in your ears. On a good day, wave to "Seigi", who is on the other side of the room. Watch the clock. Try to listen to the teacher, but if you zone out, it's ok, because you wouldn't remember anything anyway if your memory is like mine. Watch the clock. When two of your other friends get in trouble for something pointless that any other teacher would have understood, exchange both enraged and confused glances with them. Watch the clock and count down the seconds until it's over and it's FINALLY lunch. At the end of the class, wait for "Flower Child" to get her stuff together and go to homeroom.

Lunch.
Wash hands. Eat. Talk. Do NOT listen to your IPC teacher when he comes in, IF he talks about what's REALLY in your food. If he is insulting Longhorns, listen and listen well, occasionally interjecting your own joke. Laugh. Use the rest of your time to do homework and study for tests.

Computer.
Go to class and sit by "Nigeria" (not a close friend with him) and "The Blonde Mexican". Chat with her. Immediately log in and open outlook. Respond to all emails and try to continue the ongoing stories with "Seigi", "Flower Child", and ...um...let's call her..."D. Honey" (because I think that's her email). Once the bell rings, turn off moniters. At the end of class, use 3 of five minutes to continue emails. Go to history, which is next door. Usually bring your history book to computer so that you're not late.

History.
The most relaxing class of the day. Sit between...well, neither of them really have nicknames...Ok, sit between "Teller" {really athletic girl} and "Littlehouse" {really athletic guy} with "Teopopilous" {smartical person} diagonally in front of you. Usually the class gets off topic, so make sure to laugh at whatever happens. For instance, we have had in the past talked for the whole period about decapitating people, and going to haunted houses and phobia. Laugh. Smile. Enjoy the company of the people around you. Bell rings. Pack up and leave for study hall.

Study Hall.
Do homework. Do not laugh at the people who get up and dance or trip when the teacher leaves the room, and after a while tell them to sit down and be quiet. After more time passes, frown and ignore them. Change out. You're usually the last one. Grab water bottle. Bell rings. *Dun, Dun, Dun* P.E.

P.E.
Recently we have been playing football. :(
But we usually start out with doing jump jacks (he times us and however long we take to get out there is how many we do) and then get in assigned lines and run a few laps. In my line is "Teopopious", "Blonde Mexican", Teo P.'s li'l bro "Theo", "D. Honey", and "Nate" {Nate and Theo are 6th graders.} If "Teopopilous" touches your hair, mess up the gel in his. Laugh with "D. Honey" and "Blonde Mexican". Enjoy not cathing balls and watching them pathetically fall to the ground at your failed attempt to throw. Bell rings. Pack up.

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