Part 1
"Slow it down, make it stop
Or else my heart is going to pop"
Tomorrow is the first day of school in great gigantic U S of A. Of course I had a first day too, around 5 or 4 months ago, but this one is real. No holidays after 2 months of school. I'm there for good. The few friends I've made will have bonded with their other ultra cool friends with fluoro colored hair with and reasonable parents. They have probably shoved me to the edge of "WTFRU?" or I maybe, possibly be there already. I won't have my cousin there any more since she left me for Sacramento, California. Damn bitch. Lmfao joking. Right now I feel like it's not affecting me, the school tomorrow thing. I'm majorly calm and keep convincing myself that it''ll be fine. Which it will. Right? But hey, let's find out.
Part 2
Pop!
Ah there it goes. So i woke up at around 5ish to Romeo and Juliet , The Killers' cover of the original Dire Straits song. Wasn't even the tiniest bit tired even though my sleeping patterns were messed up the whole summer. Took a shower. Put on the few clothes I have that I thought were appropriate for the stupid motherfuckin'piece'oshit dress-code we have. Ate breakfast and my Mama dropped me off at school because we had to show my counsellor the transcript Sacred Heart College sent to us when they said they couldn't put me in 10th grade 'cause I didn't have no godarn credits because New Zealand doesn't fucking do credits. I think. Stupid America, Go NZ. So the counsellor wasn't there because of course God told her not to come since God hates me. So I told mama I'd take the bus home and said Boo-bye. When she went I tried not to look stupid and acted like I knew where I was going but gave up and whipped out my map and ended up looking stupid anyway. I walked around looking for the first class I was gonna be in. I found it, but then no one was there. So of course I didn't want to look uncool waiting for the teacher to come, so I walked around. I'm sure I looked like a right loser being a 4"11 asian chick walking around by herself trying to look like she had somewhere to be when, really she's not anyone important at all and was just walking trying to find someone she knew so she could walk with them while listening to "Razorlight's- Who Needs Love?" over and over again. Alas! I did find someone, not someone I knew good, but good enough and nice enough to invite me to walk around and find other people we knew with her. A few minutes of awkward conversation, and 48 thousand feet/meters later, the bell rang and I bid goodbye to the nice person and walked up to "homeroom". Eugh. So American it's disgusting. So I sat down at the desk and after the teacher called out the roll I realized she didn't call my name out. I checked the ALPHABETICALLY assigned class sheet again and nuh 'duh I was in the wrong class. Nice one Ina, for sure God hates you. So I crept out quick but people still managed to see the stupid chick who was in the wrong room event though it was assigned alphabetically. Shame.
the rest of the day passed, boring introductions, forced hello's by people who I had classes with last year and walking to the next class all by my lonesome among the tall, green/orange/red/purple/blue haired, pushy and down-right rude Eldorado High School students. I found I had the closest friend I had in 2 classes with me and we said we'd meet up at lunch. God wouldn't let me find her, but he did let me wait outside in the 28 degree heat for my Mama, I decided not to go by bus 'cause I felt I didn't need to be around any American teenagers anymore. While I was waiting for my ride I saw my bffl for like a day (lmao) before I left school in May. An animated conversation followed with impressions and run-down's of summer escapades and everything. Then Mama arrived with the mint as Honda Odyssey and I said ciao4nw hoping to see her again sometime in the next month. Since the school's so big lmfao ya get it? I was sweating bullets and was thankful for the cars circulated air-condition. When I got home I ate 2 chunky "Chips Ahoy" cookies and went to sleep for an hour or 2 and woke up to glorious rain. Oh it was wonderful, I hadn't seen rain in months and it reminded me of NZ. It was full-on too like thunder, lightning and hail got involved in making me happy. Maybe God does love me after all
Pray for me,
ina
Ina