*Names have been removed to protect the privacy of the innocent and still maintain the voice of the author.
Hi, I’m ____. A fun, loving teen who loves to party. I absolutely love school. In fact, the sound of my 5:55 am alarm each morning is my favorite sound of all. When my alarm goes off, that means another amazing, fabulous day! Yay! False. My morning routine consists of me waking up to my ratchet alarm, Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus, at 5:55 am. Despite the loud alarm bell, I always fall asleep again. My mom wakes me up at 6:30 after that, leaving me about 20 minutes to get ready which is not a lot of time for an insecure lunatic like myself. I straighten my greasy hair, fix my eyebrows, apply my mascara, brush my teeth, pee, and head out the door. After that, I wait at my bus stop and make small talk with the from the Dominican Republic.
“Hey gurl!” she greets, dragging out the “L”.
“Oh, hi.” I say. Bleh. Oh shoot, it’s the bus. I walk up to the do- AHHHH!!! I almost got hit by a frickin car. As I get on the bus, I start to wonder what would happen if that car hit me. Would it be that bad? Eh, whatever. I begin one of my favorite activities of the day, listening to music. I turn on “The Way” by Ariana Grande, that being my favorite song at the moment.
About 20 minutes of boredom pass and I’ve arrived at school. Yippee. I ❤ school. As I am shoved by other kids going through the door, I start to think of how crappy my day will be. I literally have Spanish, which I hate. I hate everything about it. The chairs are uncomfortable, the people at my table are either extremely annoying or just generally boring, and I have to move around a lot. Just the thought of Spanish class puts me in a bad mood.
About a minute passes, and boom. There’s a kid, at his locker, wearing a dirty blanket over his shoulders. Ew. Like seriously dude, what is even the point of bringing that rag to school? The teachers always make you take it off anyways. I get my binder, chromebook, and book that I don’t like, and begin walking to homeroom.
“Technology in your technology bag!!”, a teacher hollars at a random passerby. God, what is it going to take for that woman to shut up? I roll my eyes at the sight, and continue heading to class. I get to my seat with ____and _____ as they talk about random things.
Homeroom seems to pass slower than normal. The teacher is figuring out how to hit “play” on her computer screen for PTV, and there’s the bell.
“Beautiful people, drop top designer cloOthes” Ew. Whoever chose that fricking bell is messed up in the head. At least I have ELA today. That’s something.
“Good morning, friends!” Mrs. Risser says with a smile.
Ahhhhh I literally hate school so much.
Ok, so ELA is over now, which means my least favorite classes are coming. HASGdhkuashfkudsahdgkugdus. TIME FOR SPANISH. AHHHGGGGFHGJYHDAHGHDGAJSHD. That’s how I feel about that class.
“HOLA CLASE!!!!” Senora Mier shouts.
“HOLA!!” a girl shouts in response. God I really don’t like her. Can she just shut up for ONE CLASS?!?
To sum it up, that is the first part of my ratchet day in a nutshell. I hate school so much, and not even in an, “Ew school sucks I hate learning” way, I just hate wasting my life going to a place that I have a legal obligation to go to. It’s very similar to prison in that way. I don’t get enough sleep every night because I’m constantly worried about tests and grades and homework, which keeps me up because I’m so stressed. The one word I would use to describe school is stressful. I used to be a fun girl until middle school. Middle school brought out my worst.
The Middle Seat 