hy·per·ven·ti·late
[hahy-per-ven-tl-eyt] verb, -lat·ed, -lat·ing.
pərˈvɛnverb (used without object)
1.
Hyperventilate.... what a weird word. I have always heard the term hyperventilating but never really know what it meant until this morning.
So this morning at 6:55 AM my precious mother Laura wakes me up. Now who wakes up at 7 AM to get ready for school. Now it was not that I was not ready for school. Actually it was the complete opposite. I took my shower last night, had my outfit picked out, knew what i was doing with my hair, and my makeup. I even had all my books and my purse ready at my front door for when Jenni comes and picks me up. I slowly crawl out of bed and make my way to the bathroom I sadly now share with my sisters. Who knew that on a day like today everyone in my house hold would be running around the house getting ready for work and school.I decide against bringing myself into the bathroom where my two sisters had straighteners on, hair supply's and makeup every where, to drag myself up the stairs to eat.
Now when your as nervous as me when you finally realize you're starting high school today. The look, taste, and smell of food makes you want to barf. That is when i finally woke up. I think i almost brought myself to the sink to do some pretty nasty stuff. So here i go, starting my day as usually as humanly possible. Finally when I'm as happy as any girl would be with the way she looks, I go and wait for that text message that let me know I'm about to start high school.
As i was leaving my wonderful home to embark on a new journey, I though back to my first day of Junior Kindergarten. My mom had brought me to school this day and she held my hand as she introduced me to my teacher, then brought me downstairs to my class. The whole time i was looking back at this little boy whose mom literally had to carry her bawling son down to sit by me. This boy finally brought the tears out of me and i would int let go of my mother. But finally this little boy Simon came up to me with his mother and sat beside me. Man did he make me smile. By recess I was ready for my mother to leave so i could "hang out" with my new friends Simon, Vanessa and Kit.
On the ride to school Jenni's mother was driving, the freak out car as she called it, while trying to get us to stop hyperventilating. Telling us it was all going to be fine. I did int believe her till we entered the school and i herd the song Tonight Tonight By Hot Chelle Rea. Thankfully no one noticed us until i found my friends Ryan and Matthew. That's when I knew this wasn't going to be so harsh as long as Ryan was in my class, or, well, in other words "by my side". Things have always been weird between me and Ryan. First we hated each other, then we were somewhat friends and so on and so forth. But whatever... not important.
When I finally make it to class I'm shaking really hard as i set my books down on the desk in the far back corner behind a filling cabinet. My L.A teacher is actually kinda cool. She talks a lot though. So she makes me hand out this school hand book or what not. Its like 20 pages long. But the main thing i was obsessing over was the fact that they tell us were going to be same. BUT REALLY! DUDE WERE FRESHMEN! IN OTHER WORDS "FRESH MEET"! Every one know what the older grades to to the fresh meet.
Now to other things after finding different weird traits of all my teachers i found out i was actually bored. So my favorite teacher is actually my social teacher. Hes best friends with my favorite teacher from last year. Thankfully they're almost like twins so ill have fun in this class. Finally by lunch time, after getting lost between each class and being extremely bored. And also being kind of nominated for student council... [which ill talk about later] I make it home eat and sit around bored for another half an hour checking out my blog stuff. [which is cool because i have had many people check this out! thank you! oh and one of you are actually from Germany and the other is from the U.S! Now is int that cool?]
Getting back to school after lunch is always the hard part, well i think. I have the worst subject in the world! MATH!!!! Ha ha my favorite teacher who also teaches me math, is explaining how grade 9 math is the hardest. Because there's no more progression, its just that you have to adjust to new harder math. that you don't even know the name of the sort of things were going to learn! Then he just begins to blabber on when I'm the only one who noticed one of the funniest puns Ive heard in a while. Hes obviously talking about math and laughing at things he says that are not even close to funny. When he says "You guys will be overwhelmed by the "volume" of math". You seriously cannot say that's not funny. =] I randomly reply to the class. "Ha ha, that was a pun!" Jenni burst out laughing at how awesomely i said that.
Finally after gym with the teacher i thought was going to be awesome, but is kinda mean. I make it to the last class of the day. Home Economics. Man, I was literally walking in the door as the bell rang and she yells at me for being late. Sorry for walking behind a slow person! I make my way to a table Ryan chose for us and look back and laugh at the comment a boy behind me says. Devin- "Man shes atractiiive!" He makes a close impression the way her face scrunches up when she yells at the rest of the late kids. She goes over all of the rules and boring stuff her class has when she said something really deep i wanted to tell you guys... "Tomorrow Never arrives, so don't leave your work to tomorrow, if you can do it today..."
So that's the main part of my day. But here comes the big thing for me.... This year i wanted to get in and out of grade 9 with out being noticed. But student council is looking really cool... Do i join or not? Because if i do... i will be really noticed.
Your decision.
-Love Gabby
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