A Story Ch. 2

So, to pick up where we left off... Ah, yes, I was telling everyone about how I won the poetry contest. Which, by the way, got me 10 thousand dollars, which, of course, my parents wouldn't let me spend. I was annoyed but I understood their reasons. Putting the money in a savings account was a great idea... Unfortunately, all that money got stolen. But that's a story for another time.
Now let's fast forward to the next morning, in which the alarm wakes me up and I get grumpily into the shower and bla bla bla... So I bla'ed my way through my morning routine, and went to the bus stop. Now, I should explain a few things about the kids in my neighborhood. They were a. stupid, b. retarded, and c. annoying. I think about 90% of them did drugs, but that's just a guesstimation. There were a few good kids but they weren't exactly the type of people I'd be friends with either. So, you might say I was a complete outsider in this place. At the bus stop, I'd just stand around and wait for the bus. I wasn't exactly chatty with those people. And I must say, they weren't very mature either. I mean, seriously, why did they have to always push and shove when getting on the bus? Have they ever heard of something called a straight, civilized line? And on top of all this, I had trouble just getting a damn seat on the bus, because, what, I'm "weird" so I can't sit next to you? That's just fantastic reasoning, really. Of course, it didn't help that my bus stop was also the last bus stop, so the bus was pretty much almost full.
We arrived at the school, was let off, and then off I went to my first period class, Electronics. Remember what I said about my neighbors? The majority of the school was like that too, and any class I had that wasn't an honors class, had plenty of loons and idiots. I was, more than likely, the top student in my Electronics class. 90% of the kids in there just fooled around or slept or didn't do hardly any homework or all of the above. I'm not trying to dis Christiana High School by explaining the bad things about it... I'll get to the good parts eventually. Another thing I should mention is that the Electronics class had no girls in it. Terrible, I know. However, the teacher, Mr. Agesing, was a cool guy. That day, we learned that P=I*E and a few other things which I won't get into detail about. It was easy stuff, but of course, some students were just too slow. I remember the one guy that would ask lots of questions. Asking questions is good, but this guy asked the most obvious crap... Clearly he wasn't paying attention, just asking questions to make it seem like he was participating.
Anyway, after Electronics, I had Web Design. The most boring class ever. See, I already knew how to create web pages, and in fact, I had my own website (just had poetry on it, mostly) and I hoped to learn more and improve my web design skills in that class. But it turned out that all they did was teach you the basics and then teach you how to use Microsoft Frontpage. I didn't like that, not at all. My favorite tool for making websites was notepad. Ever heard of it? That's actually what I'm using right now. Handy dandy notepad...
Moving on, I had Spanish 2 next. Horrible class. Horrible classmates. I really wish I had taken German my freshman year. And I'm just going to speed past lunch and give a brief description about math class. Math wasn't so bad, I had a decent teacher. But the exams killed me in there. And then, the bus ride home. And now, I leave again, to do other things. Busy, busy, busy...