I didn't really want to go into the school, but I couldn't ditch because my dad was in the car behind me. I don't really like school and I'm known as a trouble maker. Usually if I don't want to go to school, I just ditch and my dad knows I do. So, I had to walk throught the door.
When I walked through the door the first thing I saw was a huge bronze statue of a horse in the middle of the lobby. It took up half the room. Off to the side was the office, and in it sat an old woman with glasses, brown hair and a really bad perm. When I walked up to her she asked, "What can I help you with dear?" "I need to pick up my schedule," I told her. She looked over her glasses, as if looking me over, then said, "I need to klnow your name." "Hannah Jacodson," I told her. She was looking at me the whole time and I just stared straight back. After a few minutes of staring, she turned away and rummaged through a cabet and bought out my schedlue and a map of the school. She handed it to me and told me that my first class was icp in room 1567. I thanked her for the map and the schedule and went to find my first class.
It took me a whle to find the the room, the school was huge and the lay out made no sense. When I walked into the room, my teacher Miss Sanders turned toward me and said, "ah yes, Miss Jacobson, I was told we would be getting a new student today." She turned away from me and turned toward the class and said, "class this is Hannah Jacobson, she moved here from north central high school in Alabama. Everyone make her feel welcome." I really hate it when teachers give an introduction to the whole class about who you are. It just puts all the attention on you and then it just gets awkward.
Miss Sanders pointed out my seat and gave me a book and told me to turn to page 215 in the book and just follow along with the class. By the end of class I decided that I really hated intergraded chemistry and physics. The teacher is great and everything, but the stuff we have to learn about and all the formulas we have to know makes the class a living hell. As I walked out of class one of the girls came up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Cassie Harding." Cassie was dressed in tight blue skinny jeans, a t-shirt that say rebel, high top shoes, and she has black and blue hair. I was definitely going to be friend with her. "I'm hannah jacobson." "What class do you have next?" she asked me. I looked down at my schedule and it read:
Period Class Teacher Room
1 Intergraded chemistry and physics Miss Sanders 1567
2 Health Mr. Addams 1503
3 Drawing 2 Mrs. Mitchell 1485
4 Geometry Mr. O'Bryan 2109
5 World Geography Mr. Davis 2151



"I have health next with Mr. Addams," I told her as we started walking down the hall. "No way," she said, "I have that next to." "Cool"
When we walked through the door Cassie went to her seat, but I got stopped by the teacher. I had to go through all the introductions and the awkwardness again. In this class I got a book and a 13 page packet on all that I had missed. But, by the end of class I got most of it done while the teacher was talking. Even with the homework, I still like this class better than ICP. Cassie and I didn't have any other classes together but she told me to wait for her in the cafeteria at the end of the day.
Now, my next class I knew I was going to love. Drawing was like second nature to me, with having a painter for a father and growing up around art, I was pretty good at it.
When I got into the class there was hardly anyone in there yet. When I got to the teacher's desk all the she did was tell me where my seat was and told me what we were working on. The seat she pointed out to me was at the back of the class room at a table with 4 seats. No one was sitting there yet so I sat on the side that faced the window.
Soon kids started pilling in, but still I was the only one sitting at the table. I was actually kind of glad no one was sitting with me, my work is always better if I'm by myself. Right before the bell rang two guys walked in holding hands and walked over to where I sat. The whole class saw them walk in and not one of them laughed at the sight of two guys holding hands. At my old school the kids would laugh at me because I was bi and sometimes I would have a girlfriend and not a boyfriend. But here, the kids don't laugh. This school was starting to get weird, but it was a good thing. Maybe the kids in this have an open mind and I really hope they do.
When the guys got to the table they looked at me for a second and then sat on the opposite side of the table. The teacher stood up and told the class that they were just going to continue working on the project they started earlier. She came over to me and got me the supplies I needed and gave me a picture to recreate. After she left I turned and looked at the guys who were just staring at each other as if I was sitting across from them. One of them was pushing the other ones hair behind his ear and then skimmed his finger down his jaw. When they finally turned back to the table, the realized that I was watching. The look on my face must have been one of astonishment because they smiled at me then turned to each other and kissed each other.