Yesterday was the end of my first week of school and I honestly enjoyed it. Although, the first week should have not started classes I can understand because of all the delays the school had. Now, onto the start of my day. As usual, I would text my dad that I arrived at the bus stop. Then I'd just sit and go on Instagram until the bus came. Inside, although we aren't supposed to be using it the bus attendants either don't seem to care or have a very bad vision because there was this one girl who was using it and the adult stood right next to her. At school, there weren't very many people at the start so I just rushed to my locker. You see, the problem is that as soon as it hits 8:30 A.M all of the kids try to get their stuff from their lockers and it becomes so terrifying. It's actually sort of a safety hazard because what if there is a school shooter? The hallways are so small that literally, everyone would be trying to run away and the intruder could just kill a ton of kids. The school really needs to get their structure together. 

After homeroom was over and everyone got their stuff I headed to my first class, which was English Language Arts. The teacher was going to give everyone their tests from the previous class, the benchmark. This test is supposed to determine if you stay in the advanced or you leave to go somewhere else. In my opinion, I think that isn't really that fair, one because it's the start of the year school year so everyone's knowledge is still a little rusty. Anyways, the teacher couldn't find our exams and gave us another class's so we could grade there's. That way it would save her time so she could work on other stuff. I felt bad for the kid that I graded because he got almost a full two pages worth of questions wrong but that's just how life works. 

That means that he will most likely be staying in his class since I know that he isn't advanced (that wasn't in a rude way, that just means that he literally isn't in the class that's advanced. Okay, that still sounds kind of rude but I can't do anything about that. Now, one thing that the student counselor told my class yesterday was about the PSAT. Well, first of all, she asked us if the ones who gave the ten dollars still wanted to take it and everyone said yes. Thankfully, even if we don't get picked by any high school you can still go to Beloved if you have been with the school for a while.