First Day of School--No Shortage of Amusement

I'm sorry if I have been writing too much on this blog, but I think that some of these stories from the first day of school are blog-worthy. Feel free to write about your own experiences as comments or posts.

My English teacher and my Spanish teacher are the same person. I just hope I don't speak the worng language in the wrong class.

My AP Physics teacher was talking about the class. "You may be able to succeed in biology with just brute force, you know, by working really hard. But physics is like kayaking (I like kayaking) down rapids. If you don't know how to get over the bump, or land safely, YOU WILL DIE!" The boy sitting next to me said, "Is that a threat?" My teacher continued talking, about how AP physics was like varsity physics, and that we have to practice to get good at it. "You don't just learn in theory how to do a forward pass, and then go out there and play..." At this point, a meek voice emerged from the back of the room. "I'm a freshman, and I thought this was supposed to be introductory physics." The teacher looked at her schedule and said, "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?" She chose bad news first. "The bad news is that you are supposed to be here at the end of the day." (Simple mistake--she looked at the Monday schedule and didn't realize that we were in E block, rather than G block) The quick-witted boy beside me then remarked, "Is the good news that now she has to take this class?"

Of course, my schedule has problems despite my efforts to correct them in June. There just was no P.E. class written on my schedule. I happened upon my counselor between some lockers in Green, and told him that I had a problem. "Oh, yes," he said, "you don't have enough English credits. All you have to do is pick a second semester elective..." I told him that my problem was with P.E., not English (I hope I don't have problems with both). "No, look. You're in World Games." "No, I'm not." "Hmm, I will look into this. Come back to see me tomorrow."

Later, I found out that Sachi, who was recently switched to my counselor, had to obtain a form to change math classes. I ended up running around the school with Sachi, looking for the counselor. He was nowhere to be found. In the end, Rebecca stole a form from the Freshman Arena Scheduling. Perhaps she can tell more details about this adventure. I, for one, am relieved to be back at home now.

-Philip