Ok, where to begin………… all right so I woke up at 5:15 am but I barely slept because I was "nervous" that I wouldn’t have anyone is my class so I was awake most of the night. After I woke up, I got dressed with my semi-brown jeans, my star choker, my black bracelets and my rings along with some eyeliner which looked pretty good due to the fact that it made my eyes seem lighter. So then for breakfast all I "ate" was a glass of milk because I wasn’t really hungry. Afterwards my mom started to bitch at me about tucking in my shirt. I didn’t want to but she said I had to and we agreed that if the majority of the people had them un-tucked then I could leave it the way it was. And of course I was right. So that’s when I took my first steps into the new hounds of hell. I got to school around 7:09 am and school starts at 7:25 am so I was early. I went straight to my class [I knew where it was because I had studied a map before hand]. I stood there and walked around and I was amazed at how loud one school could be. I had never seen so many students clutched up in one area. Then I was in my class [first one to walk in] and it ended up being a mixture of sophomores and freshman. I soon found out that all my classes were mixes of freshman and sophomores. My schedule: Period 1 | biology [upstairs] !homeroom! Period 2 | gym [downstairs] Period 3 | Agriscience [Ag building] Period 4 | language arts [by patio area-outside] Period 5 | world history [upstairs] Period 6 | geometry [upstairs] So my homeroom was my first period and we were in there for about 2 hours, then we moved on. My p.e teacher is well out-of shape so I don’t know how she’s going to teach us. This is I find a fellow friend…nusrat. Yay I at least had one… My agriscience teacher is mr.parton and he’s nice, he has an assistant I think ms.kate and she’s so nice and funny. That class might be nice but no friends in that class..yet. My language class was weird, theirs no teacher yet but there’s a substitute who made us write an autobiographical essay. I met someone in that class, my new friend Jennifer, who is very similar to me :D I also have her in world history so that was no problem. That teacher was nice; she’s Spanish so it’s easy to talk to her. Then came math…[dun dun dun]…… there were 3 freshman in that room with the rest being sophomores… we soon learned that they were going to take the freshman out and place them in algebra 2 instead only because we take geometry again in 10th due to the fact that the fcat deals with geometry so basically they want us to be fresh with the subject. So I might be with Cynthia…might… the over all comment that I have to say about day 1 at William H. turner technical arts senior high school, is that high school sucks. comment on my diary, the entry is kinda long