Welcome back, everybody! It's that time of year again! Yes, that horrible time called "school." At least I'm in 8th grade this year so I get a big locker that actually fits my backpack. All in all, I'm hoping for good teachers and a good school and blog year here at "Albert Young Middle School" in New Rochelle.
The first day of school was only one hour. That day, I felt badly for a girl at school with an unpronounceable name with no vowels. Every start of the school year, each teacher struggles with it. She has to correct each teacher in each class. Her last name is even harder to pronounce. It is not even our alphabet.
A few days ago, in the lunchroom everyone was called into the auditorium. I thought everyone was going to get in trouble. Our Principal seemed really annoyed about something. However to everybody's surprise, he directed our attention to the far corner of the room, where three NFL Giants players walked in. Everybody was screaming and yelling and all together being crazy. Once they got us quieted down, the three professional football players started talking about getting sixty minutes of physical activity a day and things like that. After that, they asked us trivia questions. If you got the question right, you got a Giants hat. So that is what I did, I answered a question right and got a hat. Honesty, the hat looked pretty flat, but it was great to get a free flat hat at school, nonetheless. I showed it off after the assembly and it appears I was the only one in my class who got one. As an added plus was that we got to miss the entire Latin class for the NY Giants assembly.
Speaking of Latin, this year we have a new teacher. We really liked our old teacher, but he left New Rochelle. I hope he misses us, because we miss him. We're good kids and all get good grades it Latin class. But in eighth period there was an announcement while we were in math class. "All 8th grade Latin students report to the Mrs. Stevenson, Vice Principal's office". So we did. All eighteen of us crowded into her small office. I barely had enough room to move my arms. Our Vice Principal was sitting at her desk looking worn out and coincidently her son broke his leg that day and was in the hospital. Then she said that Mrs. Sharper wrote up the entire class for insubordination and what was our explanation. Frances spoke up first, she said that we weren't really bad, just that the new teacher wasn't used to public school kids. Frances explained that the teacher yelled "Great, merciful blood-stained God!" And then "Be quiet!" We were appalled in class at that. Frances went on to explain, also, that this Mrs. Sharper gave a complete class on Latin insults, like "lutulente" meaning "dirt bag". Mrs. Stevenson told us to give our new teacher a chance and for us try to be really nice to her. We all said we would try.
It was the first day for Sunday school, too. I went to Sunday school a few Sundays ago and I wasn't too happy to be going back. Last year it was OK, but it wasn’t great. This will be my last year. It is "Confirmation year." When I got there this year, there was a mom in a t-shirt with sweatpants on and she sat there on the desk complaining about how she never got e-mails and she didn’t know why she was even there. I realized a little bit later that she was the teacher. This year isn't starting too well, is it? After that, we went down to the auditorium where we heard a lecture from the head of the Sunday school. It was very long and very boring and most of the stuff I heard before. At the end, though, I heard something interesting. Apparently we are not going to have Sunday school next week (which was last week) because of a Jewish holiday. Wait… what? No Sunday school because of Jewish holidays? Well, it works for me.
That's all for now. Thanks for reading!
