School [Part 2, even though Part One never said it was part one, this was kind of an after though, but I'm still calling it part Two]

In approximately 20 minutes I should be asleep. Then, roughly...oh god math...uh...ok...so it's nine...ten...eleven...twelve...one, two three four five six...Nine and a half hours I'll be awake and getting ready for school...then and hour later I'll be at school.

And I don't like school.

I wish school was more like...day care. You go and hang out with friends, and that's it. Then you come home. Or at the very least I wish there were no such things as bad teachers, all teacher would be Ms St. Onge clones and awesome. Or in some other way be awesome.

But I guess it's ok...I mean I might have decent classes, and teachers...but the only sophomore teacher I know are Ms Nault and Mr Russel who are pretty cool, but that's my sample size. I might have all of really sucky teachers and not have either of the above I mention.

15 minutes now.

I'm debating spending the last 15 minutes writing this. That would be a pretty great way to end the summer right? But I'm not so sure if I'll be able to write enough. It would be like in English last year when Ms Wadliegh would force us to write for the whole class, then I would pass in a page and a half of crap...

WHY AM I DOING LEVEL FOUR THIS YEAR?!

I never even read the Red Badge of Courage. I read an exert from it in 8th grade, hopefully that will suffice for now. I read some of Huck Finn but never finished. I'm so screwed. I did the AP World History stuff though, W00T! That's about it though. I'm starting to regret taking all these fancy classes.

10 minutes.

Maybe I can do this? In a perfect world writing in this blog may have helped my writing a bit...well...helped first person reflections or whatever they're called.

9 minutes.

I'm surprisingly tired for only having woken up 8 hours and 51 minutes ago. I might actually get some sleep tonight. Which is rare for the first day of school.

8 minutes.

This is getting harder, I'm glancing at the clock to see what time it is. I might be able to do this. Or I might give up like I do with everything else. I need to fix that. I need to give up on giving up.

7 minutes.

It's currently 8:53 PM, on September 1, 2010, and Garrett Walker is listening to Dreaming with a Broken Heart by John Mayer. He has one facebook notification. He checks it.

6 minutes.

Emma Cote also commented on Grant Hock's status.

5 minutes.

We're talking about how awful it is to plan things at or after school. I've got practice with my band tomorrow...we might actually get stuff done.

4 minutes.

My heart is beating really fast, I think I'm subconsciously forcing it to. I spelled subconsciously wrong, i did again. I'll fix that later. Or I'll forget. Probably the latter.

3 minutes.

I'm running out of stuff to write, but the good thing about this is that I can write about not knowing what to write about. It's genius. My song is over.

2 minutes.

Do You Remember by Jack Johnson comes on. The song is 2 minute sand 14 seconds long, I might not be able to finish listening to it. I remember that need to ask my sister if my planned out fit for tomorrow works.

8:59.

I check for spelling errors. I didn't forget to fix the spelling.

9:00.

Good night, Summer.