Lady Sings the First Week Blues: Week 1!

When I woke up Monday morning, I knew that I was going to be in for a surprise, and a lot of confusion because these jidiots didn't send us our schedules in the mail!  I was so heated about that!  But when I got to school, I was so excited to see my friends.  Then when I looked over across from us, I saw this boy that I had to cuss out last year because he was calling me phony!  Me, phony?  Brotha please!  I was so happy that he wasn't standing by us like he did last year, just blabbing away on some stuff that nobody was caring about, and then talking about you behind your back.
But anyhow, one of my friends was so excited about becoming a senior, that it was so unreal.  I think it was that way for all of us!  Shoot, to me, I didn't look or feel like a senior, but it was a reality that I was indeed a senior because this is my last year!  Yay!  Right when were just waiting to get our schedules, it started to rain, so everybody was thirsty to get in so they wouldn't mess up their first day of school dues, and I usually would of found that funny, but I had just got my afro shaped, so I was out!  LOL.  When we got inside, the first thing I wanted to find out was what my schedule was going to be, and if it was true that I had only 5 classes! (Yes, I said 5!  I owe that to years of working my asset off!)  And finally, the schedule was in my hands and I had 5 classes, which meant that I would get out at 11:50 a.m.!  Then right when I was enjoying this bliss, our troll blinky eyed dean walked by yelling at us already!  Damn, can a sistah get situated first?!
My first class was JROTC, a class I vowed to take before I graduated high school.  I put it off for a couple years because I did not want to deal with Sgt. Robinson.  He was a brotha, and that is cool don't get me wrong, but he was tryin' to put the moves on my mom, let alone other mothers! And last I heard, he was married! (Ugly, bald-eggshaped head lookin' dot-dot-dot--oh feel free to just ponder on what would go there) Then he quit last year and went to another school, so they brought in this white brotha by the name of, David Tatkacs (or something like that), a.k.a 1st Sgt, and I like him a lot better!  He's actually nice, and really likes to have this friendly relationship with his students, and he makes you feel a little bit more calmer about being in his class because Lord knows I was a nervous one.  But, I joined his class because I wanted to honor all my Black brotha's and sistahs that fought in every American war, including my Great-Grandfather who served during WWI, but I was beginning to second guess my ability to complete this class, even though I had wanted to wear that uniform since 6th grade when I first came to this school.  But in the end, I actually felt so patriotic in this class, and I know that with Martin [Luther King Jr.] watching over me, I can do anything I set my mind to.
My second class, British Lit, I was just expecting this certain person to be in that class.  This person, I call IT because he made my 9th grade year a living hell!  He is a living hell, but I won't embarrass him because Martin said that "if you get a chance to embarrass your enemy, don't take it".  (He got too lucky!)  I was salty but I know that I can't let that stop me from being the best I can be in that class, but I was happy that one of my friends was in that class.  Now this sistah, she is somewhat social, somewhat shy, but is so fun to be around, well, unless she's not around her other friends that interrupt us during a conversation to tell her something stupid.  That's the down side of our friendship, but I still love her because she is a true blue friend. Okay!  Next class, I had IT in there too, and I was hoping that IT was going to sit as far away from me as possible, but he was close enough to where I can see him, even though he won't catch me looking at his ugly self anytime soon. (Sorry Martin!)  But this class was a lot more enjoyable because our Government teacher is so animated and funny just by telling the truth.  Here was one thing that he said:
"So, the administrators want me to be more involved in the classroom." He pointed to the whiteboard on his right.  "So I'm going to write the date on the board everyday."  The next day he asked for our information just in case he had to call our parents.  "Look, I really don't want to have to call your parents, I haven't had to call one in 2 years.  And if you see me going down your street, please get me back on the freeway."
Love him already, but the only down side to teachers like that is that they make you actually dun-dun-dun dramatic reverb (Angry Beavers) participate in class!  I hate that as it is, but I guess I gotta pay close attention so that I can get a good grade on that.  Next we had college and career path, and the teacher was wearing a veil.  I had IT in this class to, but I had my BFF in this class to have my back.  This sistah, she's very shy and self conscious, and I do what I can to make her feel comfortable, and to bring her out of her comfort zone just a little bit.  I was so happy she was sitting by me in class for the first time since 9th grade.  The teacher was nice, and she had really a cool story to tell about how she was from Flint, Michigan (Michigan sucks!), and she had to work two jobs her senior year.  Then she lost her father, then her mother and sister at the same time, but she still went on to college.  She actually went to an HBCU and did a lot of work with the NAACP (my organization), and that was very inspirational, but there were still some ignorant people that weren't really listening to her.  I was actually impressed with her because this was the first time I had really had a teacher who was REALLY dedicated to what she was doing, and had a genuine concern for her students.
After this is when my day went from okay to headache.  I've had 2nd lunch since the 10th grade, and now during my last year, their making me eat with the freshmen, and the sophomores?! I was pissed!  Plus that meant that I would get out at 12:15 instead of 11:50, and that added another 25 minutes to my school day!  So my friend and I sat down in the basement with the loud freshmen at our usual table, and after a group of freshmen decided to come over and sit at our table without asking, we were out of there! We went back upstairs and sat in the computer lab, which is our 5th period class, but for the rest of the week we sat in guidance during lunch which is just terrible!  But on the first day, I was so mad that they did that to us, my headache got worse and I didn't even want to talk to anybody!  And computer was so boring that day because he had the long asset list of rules that he had people read, as if we couldn't read ourselves and I... the bell couldn't of rung any slower.  When it did, I was finally free!  But my headache was still causing me pain, and my mom didn't make it any better when she thought I was trippin' about school already when I told her I couldn't believe that I was a senior.
"Do you need therapy?" She said.
"Therapy? For what?"
"You already trippin' about May?"
Huh?  Just because I said that I couldn't believe that I was senior, and that I can't wait to graduate?!  Well damn.  Just by her thinking that, is what made my outlook on the year so dark that I couldn't even see anything, but slowly, I regained that sight by motivating myself by remembering that "disappointment, sorrow, and despair are born at midnight, but morning soon follows."-Martin Luther King Jr.