Capítulo 2: Chapter 2: A typical school day

So I had to get to class and i was dreading every moment and second of the 35 minutes but it finally finished and I was exhausted but no time to rest I had to get to literature class finally a class that I like it was pretty cool we ran over some books we had to read and that couldn't sleep through out the whole class I was enjoying the lesson too much that is what you call a good teacher one that I actually enjoy their classes and teaches like she enjoys it even though she is having a bad day so I went to my 5 other classes sif the day and everything was fine until I had to go to my last class which was music ok hear me out I don't like history but I never gotten a "B" in it but music is a bit different but it's the teacher fault when I started it I got an "A" but the only good music teacher Texas apparently had was retiring for some magical reason. Now this new lady came and has done nothing but yell and complain that we do not understand the musical gibberish she is yelling at us, now I don't know why she carries herself around like a peacock ..... Ok that was a rude thing to say about a peacock it's not as if she is remotely pretty she has horrible fashion sense and on teachers day nobody gave her a gift , they gave the security guards gifts and even the janitors but nobody gave her anything and that's saying something and a week later was when we where to present our project needless to say she was not in the mood to give us a good score and this happened in the first trimester of high school and I only choose to do music cause I thought it was an easy "A" but as you can see it isn't at least for me. I am just not a creative person I'm more of a science student believe it or not I like when I have a formula, a reason or an explanation or something you can't just expect me to start writing out random sheets of music or draw an amazing artwork but for some reason all the art teachers seem to like me and they all say the same thing'i have a lot of potential' anyways back to the crime of a project she gave us she told us to pick a song from the olden days and choreograph a dance by ourselves men this lady is lucky we didn't start dancing to "My money to jiggle jiggle " at least we put in effort and bare in mine the song wasn't in English these type of teachers have a very special place in the after life anyways the school day was over and it was time to go back home . So i got home mom hugged me and dad wasn't around he had left for a mission without me the audacity ehn well nothing u can do now.