First block - Anatomy, just before the first bell:
*yawn* "Another boring day, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that..." I complain as I wait for the bell to ring and the school day to start. "And it'll be the same tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and so forth and so forth."
"Complaining again I see?" That was Blake, one of only three people I called friend. "Is that all you have to do with your time?"
"Not at all. I like to stop and make fun of people, that's always fun. Taking advantage of people's ignorance is also a good time killer, like how we got $30 out of that one dumbass. I also like fantasizing over a potential WWIII, apocalypse scenarios, and my personal favorite, zombies. Why is it so hard to find a good zombie movie anyways?"
"Cause people have shit taste, and movies are made to cater to their shit tastes."
*sigh*"How I'd like to just kill some people, or just watch them die. That works, too."
"Girls don't like sociopaths, Freddy."
I say in a half serious tone, "Well fuck them then. If they can't accept my slight misanthropy, then to hell with them."
"That sounded fairly misogynistic."
"You know I don't dislike any one particular group. I dislike all people, races, and genders equally. I'm totally fair in a twisted sort of way." I look at the clock to see the time, "Bell's about to ring. Well, let's get on with it."
The bell then rings, signaling the start of class, and the start of just another day at the grind.
Near the end of class, the teacher decides to give us about ten minutes to talk before the bell rings to go to our next class and goes to the office to copy some papers for the next class.
"My God, I didn't think anyone in our class was that stupid. I mean, holy fuck?! It's like they're fucking retarded! It's that kind of ignorance that makes me wish for a mass cleansing of our gene pool. With any luck, not that I have any, the great zombie invasion will occur one day soon, and those of us who have prepared for that day and read our 'bible' shall usher in a new era of humanity! The weak and the incompetent shall be purged, while the worthy inherit the earth through blood and sacrifice! On the corpses of the fallen, we shall rebuild, and raise our heads and know that this is our time! That this is our world! That this is our future!"
"Freddy, when did you think that up?" Blake asks me with a deadpan look on his face.
I reply dryly, "About thirty-minutes into class. It took about ten minutes to think it up. What'd you think of it?"
"Meh, not bad. Needs work though."
"Yeah, I thought so, too."
As we are finishing up the conversation, a female classmate of ours, of about average appearance, comes over and starts talking to me.
"Um, Freddy, uh, hey." She looks back to a couple of her friends, who seem to be mouthing something to her.
"Yo, ya need something?"
"I was just wanting to talk with you since you seem kinda smart."
"Need help with classwork or something? Sorry, I'm not a good teacher. If you need assistance, go ask the actual teacher."
"No, I didn't mean that I needed help, it's just, that well, um..."
"'Um', what?" I say with a bit of impatience.
"It's just I wanted to get to know you better personally."
With annoyance starting to build in my tone, I reply to her, "Why? It's halfway through the second semester of our Senior year. Getting to know me now is kinda pointless. It took about half a semester just for the friends I do have to earn that. School will be over before then for you."
"You only talked to them during school then, right? I was thinking maybe we could get to know each other after it?"
I start laughing aloud. At this point, pretty much the entire class' eyes are on us. It starts making me uncomfortable and irritable. "I don't like people getting to know me fast. Hell, it took a year before I even told this guy my number. It took two years to tell him where I live. You do not have that luxury of time. No, at this point, you and I are classmates. That's how it is, and that is how it shall end. Besides, I have enough friends and truthfully, you just don't seem like the kind of person who shares my, for lack of a better term, twisted interests, thoughts and ideals. I appreciate your outgoing personality and your attempt to befriend me, but your efforts are better spent somewhere else." When I finish, I shoo her off and turn back to Blake, hoping everyone will shift their attention to their own matters.
Making sure she had left, I strike up a conversation with Blake,
"Why would she want to be my friend anyways? I openly mock people, and in general am just a smartass, maybe also bit of an asshole. What business does she have with me?"
"You're fucking kidding, right? Dude, she was hitting on you."
"She was what?"
"You seriously couldn't tell? I thought you were just being an asshole."
"Was she really? I honestly couldn't tell. Does that mean I'm cold?"
"That, and it also means you are insensitive and incapable of understanding the feelings and emotions of other people."
"Hmmm, yeah. That sounds like me alright. Oh well, who cares. At any event the bell is about to ring. I can't wait to kick some ass in Quake, though I'd rather play UT if we had it."
"Freddy, I don't think I ever want to know how that mind of yours turns."
"Nor do I, my friend. Nor do I."
As the bell rings for the next class, we walk simply walk away.
Second block - Intro. to Networking, near the end of the class:
"Stop fucking running in there! They both got BFGs and sighted on the portal! They're just gonna waste you everytime!' I tell my friend during a game of Quake. Sadly he doesn't listen and continues to die over and over.
"At least he's doing something Freddy. All you're doing is running around." Blake says as he kills Tim... again.
"I'm getting armored up so I don't die the fucking instant I come through the portal. It's called tactics. Only a fool," I look at Tim, "runs blindly into a situation where death is a certainty. I also need to decide the best weapon to use since I'm still not gonna last long even with armor." After running around maxing out armor and health, and finally deciding on the grenade launcher, I approach the portal. "Let's do this shit." I run through the portal. As soon as I reach the other side, I fire the only shot I know I'm gonna get at Blake.
He jumps over it.
Fortunately John, who had been right behind him, takes it to the face. And as predicted, I take a shitload of whatever the hell the BFG shoots from Blake.
"Well, at least I got one of you." I say with just a bit of satisfaction, knowing I did in one turn what Tim failed in seven.
The game goes on pretty much the same the whole way. Blake and John work together and kick the shit out of us, while Tim continues to ignore me and runs off getting himself killed, and by default, me as well.
"Damnit Tim, if you'd have listened we wouldn't gotten the shit beat out of us that badly." I say as I start getting my jacket of my chair since the bell is about to ring. Somehow the jacket got turned upside down, and as I go to put it on, all the change I had in the pocket spills out.
"He's pissing money!" John exclaims this and points to the floor as the change pours from under my jacket, making it indeed appear as though I am actually pissing money.
"Fucking shit!" I quickly drop to the floor as Blake and John rush in to scoop some up.
When all of the change is picked up, they both hand me what they had picked up.
"Thanks guys, I thought you were gonna keep it there for a second. Lord knows I would've."
"That's cause you're poor Freddy, we don't take from poor people." Says Blake matter-of-factly, since it is.
"I'd be pissed if it weren't so true." I say with my head looking down, acting depressed.
*bell rings*
"Shit, I hate my next class. I should've fucking took Calculus. It's basically self-study. I can't learn like that and I'll be damned if I'm failing a class for the first time at the end of my Senior year. Anyways, see you guys at lunch."
"Later. Good luck in there Freddy."
I walk out the door and head for third block, a headache already starting to form.
Third block - Algebra 3 /w Statistics:
Four students. Including myself. That's all this class has. So what does the school do? They combine this class with an Algebra 2 class.
Sitting in the trailer next to 'our' classroom so we aren't disturbed while she teaches them, the teacher leaves us in here to study on our own. I begin thinking to myself, "Fucking geniuses. Combine two completely different classes together. Why didn't anyone else think of this? Oh wait, that's because it's the DUMBEST FUCKING THING EVER!" I've been complaining about the same thing since the first week. "If I wanted to learn on my own, I'd do it at home. This is why I bloody come here is for someone ELSE to teach me how to do it. I can't fucking learn like this. I'm going to the Board if I fucking fail this class. I ain't taking this shit."
And I complain the whole class, just like I've done since it started. I don't even begin to understand what I'm looking at. I continue complaining this way till the bell rings, signaling it's time for lunch.
Lunch:
"This shit sucks. A bitch of a day and they don't even have anything I wanna eat." I complain as I look at the food in front of me. "I completely wasted money on this shit. I should've saved it and just went to grab a burger after school or something."
"If you're not gonna eat it, then give it to me." Blake reaches over and pulls my tray over. Despite the guy's small stature, he eats like he has a black hole in his stomach; no matter how much he eats, it is never enough and he never gets any bigger.
"Yeah, go ahead. Someone might as well eat it, at least then it won't be a complete waste. Just make sure you take the tray. I'm keeping the milk though."
As time went on and we were just talking, waiting for the bell for the last class of the day, someone places their hand on my shoulder. Throwing my arm back and knocking the hand away, I turn to see who it is. It's a substitute teacher.
"Ow, what was that for?" She asked, with a bit of shock.
"It was reflex. I don't like people suddenly touching me. Especially strangers and from behind to boot."
"Is there any reason for that?"
"Just that there are a lot of people I don't like, namely pretty much everyone, and I just don't like it."
"I see." She looks at me one more time and just walks off.
"Holy shit Freddy! What was that?" Blake asks me with a look like he just saw an incredible fight.
"Like I told her, I don't like people suddenly touching me like that, it bothers me. I'm just lucky I didn't elbow her. I don't wanna get expelled or something for assaulting a faculty member."
"That was fucking cool Freddy." Dustin chimes in.
"Teacher or whatever, she still doesn't have the right to just grab from behind like that. But fuck man, I'm hungry. I should've bought like a pack of donuts or a honey bun from the store like I did last semester." My stomach growls as if to emphasize that statement.
"You're too damn picky man, you hardly eat anything. Hell, I'm surprised there's anything you do eat or that you're not sick from your terrible diet since all you seem to eat is junk food."
"I'd rather live a short life I enjoy as opposed to a bland long one where I have to sacrifice the things I like just for the sake of living longer."
"You say that now, but when you're in the hospital dying, you'll think twice."
"I won't know till I get there."
The bell finally rings, and we each head to the last class of the day.
Fourth Block - English:
I manage to get to class a few minutes before the tardy bell, and so far only three other students are here. I happen to know that a couple of my classmates' previous class are right across the hall from this one, amazing how they aren't here yet. As I sit there waiting for the start of class, my mind starts to wonder, as it has a habit of doing when I have nothing else to do. So I end up thinking to myself. "Ah, English. a two-sided coin as far as I'm concerned. I don't mind the grammar part, that's fairly easy. Hell, I love learning more about grammar, it makes it easier to point out people's mistakes, a hobby I fully enjoy in every subject. It's the essay part that kills me. I can't write essays to save my life. The essays I've done so far have pretty much just been summaries, which only gives me barely passing grades. Even so, essays don't make me loathe reading. Several of the stories and poems I've read, such as "Death, Be Not Proud", "Porphyria's Lover", "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time", and "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight", and books like "Frankenstein", "Fahrenheit 451", "Of Mice and Men", and several others I've read I like to think give me better insight and perspective. Does it make me a bit pompous to people who don't read? Almost assuredly. But if you choose not to read because "reading is boring", then you're just a dumbfuck not worth my time, unless I'm mocking you, then I'll make room for you in my schedule. Damnit! I'm doing it again! I'm thinking to myself like I'm talking to someone. I must be going nuts from hardly talking with people, the solitude is definitely getting to me. At this rate, I'm gonna be one of those crazy homeless on the streets muttering inconsistently to themselves."
The bell finally rings, pulling me out of my mental scalding of myself. The day goes just like any other. Teacher teaches, several of the students act stupid, teacher writes them up and calls them stupid, and the stupid ones laugh cause they think it's funny. But today, one of my fellow peers decided to show us a little more of their dumbass side.
In the middle of class, her cell phone goes off. The teacher, being in the unusually patient mood she was in today, politely asks her to turn it off. She doesn't and instead begins talking. So, the teacher asks her to hand it over, which she refuses. Finally getting off the phone, the teacher takes it by force, and has her suspended. By this point, I'm hoping for paratroopers to come down in the football field, and put an end to it by shooting someone. Hell, I'd help them.
The day finally starts coming to a close. A morose day of assholery, faggotry, stupidity, and asininity. I am already dreading tomorrow before today was even over.
