First full day of secondary school. T’was good. Yes. Surprisingly easy to navigate too, didn’t get lost at all.
So, we started with religion. I can’t really say much more on that. Can’t even remember the teachers name, goldmanit.
Then all of the first years were herded into the hall and the whole maths class was rearranged, so I know absolutely no one in my maths class. Me and my two friends are in three different maths classes.
After, we were herded into the hall again and science arrangements were redone, but I was in the same class, so it didn’t really matter to me.
Now though, I wanna talk about the science teacher.
First impressions; scary. Even though I have met him before, and he seemed great then.
Really though, scary. He’s really really short, kinda chubby, and bald. And for the first twenty minutes of class he made us line up on a ramp just outside the classroom so we were another foot taller than him and he gave a speech all about safety and that crap.
He had a way though, of talking really fast and saying “Yeah?” At the end of just about every sentence. The reason I note this is because when he did, he looks straight into your eyes and expects you to nod before he continues.
He apparently taught the very principal of the school and also my mother, and from her words, he’s quite a funny teacher. He better be.
Anyways, after the fifteen minute break (which me and my friend Ellen spent chilling under a tree while our other friend Mollie queued in the canteen with her friend Eva who is also our friend) we headed for the gym.
So our very first PE lesson was spent sitting around our teacher while she gave a speech. Just like most of the teachers that day. Now though, is the perfect time to introduce you to the three divas in my class.
Their names; Annalise, Naoise (pronounced nee-shah) and Aibhaoinn (pronounced ay-veen). I might have spelt Aibhaoinn wrong. Autocheck don’t do Irish.
Annalise, your typical diva. All made-up and fancy hair, with what seemed to be drawn on eyebrows that go straight across her forehead and down in a right angle. She seemed to kinda be the leader.
On the very firat day though, which was a half day, we did some ‘ice-breakers.’ Basically a beanbag was thrown around and you’d have to remember the name and a piece of information about everyone who had it before you. Annalise and the others spent the whole time laughing, and when people mis-pronounced her name, she burst out laughing really loud, and deliberately covered her little name tag thing for the rest of the game. Me and Ellen shared some glares at that.
I was happy, come my turn, to give her a bit of sass. Really just a simple “ANNALISE, who likes BASKETBALL.”
Aibhaoinn. Also a diva, but not really the one I wanna talk about. And she laughs. A lot. At other people. At the teachers. At herself. That’s all I’ll say.
Now, the one I really want to have a chat about.
Naoise. She was just… urgh. Talking and laughing, also all made-up, just, for want of a better word, horrible. During PE, she was clicking her pen and was told twice to stop. After she was told to drop it on the floor and leave it. Then, she asked to go to the bathroom. She wasn’t allowed, and spent the next ten minutes snickering away with Aibhaoinn. That earned her a spot on the floor. When she still couldn’t stop laughing, she was literally sent to stand outside until the end of class.
And it was a double period.
Well, you can imagine how much I hate them!
I could go through the rest of my classes, but nah. I’ll just skim over them.
The home ec teacher seemed strict at first, but she’s fine. I met a Jennifer when I was waiting for that to start, and weirdly enough we ended up being seated beside each other. She’s so much better than the other Jennifer I know.
The Irish teacher was hardcore. Really strict, really quick, not one you’d want to cross. When she was asking some general Irish questions at the start about names and ages and such, she completely skipped me and Ellen. (Mollie was sitting with Eva.) Then, when she was asking about schools, she skipped me, Ellen and Mollie completely.
Geography was meh. I’m not really a geography person to be honest. Teacher was kinda strict, but seemed fair enough. Naoise and Aibhaoinn and also a girl called Ciara (from Poland (thanks beanbag game)) were stopped for talking, but Ciara seems nice enough. It was only that once she was called out.
After, we got split up from Mollie, but had a nice chat all three on the way home. And she told us about Carly.
Originally, we thought Carly was one of the divas. She was standing beside them and laughing along with them, so you can’t really blame us.
Now we think differently. She reminds us of this girl from our primary school. She was one of the Aoifes.
What I mean is: Aoife was hilarious. Carly is too, (well, maybe not as hilarious) but, to put it Mollie’s way, confused. Funny and confused. Like people would laugh at their confusion.
Apparently, she had run by Mollie asking where the bus was. She missed it.
Urgh okay well I’m bored.
I should stop staying up so late.
I also should have blogged about France.