Charger Opinion
I'd like a break, but I'll take a Kit-KatPaige Bowman, Associate Editor My first tardy. Not being in the right classes. Oh yes, this year I am off to a great start. I came into the school on Jul. 30th hoping that this year my schedule would be perfect. I hoped that I would not have to spend hours in the counselor’s office bothering Mrs. Allen. No luck. I looked at the white paper with my classes on it, and this is what I saw: U.S. History, AP Calculus, Chemistry, and Newspaper. It wouldn’t be half bad if I hadn’t already taken Chemistry. I filled out a schedule change form and thought, by the time we come back Tuesday, surely the wrong will be righted. I was wrong. After standing in the wrong line for about ten minutes, I found the right one. I told the lady my name, and she gave me my schedule. My schedule with NO CHANGE in big red letters. Since I was feeling a little less than patient, I asked her if I could appeal to my counselor. She hesitated, and before she could say no, I told her, “I’ve already had one of these classes.” She relented, and I left with instructions to see Mrs. Allen at some point during the day. At some point during the day turned out to be immediately after first block. I walked into the counseling office and was lucky enough to be in the front of the line. Of course, that would have been a better position to be in if anyone had been in the office. It only took about fifteen minutes of waiting before my counselor was ready to see me. I went into the office. I crouched by the desk. She asked me what was wrong. “I’ve already taken Chemistry,” I told her. Before we solved that problem though, I asked her why I had not been enrolled in Honors U.S. History. She told me that the class was full. I felt a wee bit angry; I had been near the top of the sign-up list, but oh well. We started to talk about 3rd block. Chemistry for the second time
was not an option. My other options included math classes I had
already completed, P.E., and Dance I. I went with Dance. I’d
heard Mrs. Gill was nice (she is), and my sister had told me to
take it my freshman year.
So I drove “safely” back to school, turned into the entrance by the fieldhouse, and my eyes were greeted with a line of cars that extended to the field house. Argh! I waited in that line, I pulled crookedly into my parking spot, and raced towards the door. Too bad I’m not faster, because the bell rang as I entered the school. I slunk into class, muttered, “Sorry,” to a disappointed Ms. Anderson, and took my seat. I had myfirst tardy. Wrong classes (which turned out to be pretty great) and a tardy. What a great way to start the year. |
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decided to go get them. I drove like a mad-woman (while still obeying
all laws and safety precautions) to my house, pulled into the driveway
and didn’t even bother turning off the engine before running
into the house. “I wondered when you would realize you forgot
those,” my mother said as I burst in the door. I didn’t
even reply. I just grabbed the books and flew back out the door.
I had about 7 minutes to get back.