The Start of Term… THREE?!

You know I really thought I would start the new term fresh and actually come to school all organised and ready for once. Unfortunately for me though, three hours of sleep and a cold morning to wake up to didn’t exactly help. I was procrastinating in bed about how much longer I could hold on to the warmth before I had to let it all go. After my quick shower I remembered that I hadn’t sorted out what I was going to take to school (all my books and paper were sitting in a pile in the middle of the lounge floor) so I decided I would just shove the whole lot into a bag and take it all to school; that way I could feel confident that I had everything I needed. Nick sent me a text asking when Warehouse Stationery opened, but I couldn’t reply since I don’t have any texts left! grr.

Travelling to school was another typical car ride filled with adrenaline. The minutes before the second bell were dwindling and my time allowance calculations for each set of traffic lights were not looking too great. When we finally arrived I dashed out and up the back gate driveway, only to discover that everyone was still lingering and only starting to move off to class. I saw Gannin and Mrs Russell walking towards our form class so I assumed we had form/tutor class before period one. Phew! What a relief.

I could hear the sound of chatter from the bottom of the staircase and prepared myself for another school term. I forced a smile and walked in looking as cherry as possible (nah, it wasn’t that bad actually!). Mrs Russell had a few quick words and mentioned Rose’s and my grades for our university papers in semester one. Caleb and TK had gone to Wellington and Deanna was talking to Caleb on her cell phone, as the rest of us discussed our holidays.

And then the daily routine began. First period… Chinese. We learned about future career occupations and talked about what each of us hope to do after we leave school. I was looking forward to my first free study period after English. After only two classes I already felt like I needed a break. After checking to see whether Mr Coughlan was in his office, Rose and I headed up to form class where we were met by Luke, Kirk and maybe someone else who I can’t quite remember (sorry, I’m tired okay!). Matthew..? Hmm.. anyway, I checked my lunch bag to see what I had to eat for today and found four pieces of bread. That meant I could go and toast them in the toaster! Unfortunately for me, when I walked out into the room next door, the toaster was on the table and the cable was wrapped around it. It was as if someone had taken it… during the holiday.. and didn’t plug it back in. grr. Okay, no biggie. But then when I put the bread back into the plastic bag and unwrapped the cable around the toaster, I discovered the cable was only half a metre long! I mean, what’s with that?! It doesn’t even reach the plug behind the table, PLUS the microwave was in the way too. Then I looked around for anywhere else I could plug the toaster in, and there was a power outlet on the other side of the room by the sink. But then I thought the toaster might get splashed by the water from the sink and I could possibly be electrocuted… Sigh, all the while my bread was condensing moisture as it sat in the bag on the table waiting to be toasted. I just decided that I couldn’t be bothered with it, so in the end I just took the bread back into form class and ate it raw. That was five minutes of my life wasted that I’ll never get back! ha

We had a head students meeting at lunchtime with Mr Coughlan in his office. Allie wasn’t at school today so it was just Luke, Rose and me. We discussed the Rutherford open evening next Thursday and we also learned that our Rutherford Day speaker for this year is going to be (and I don’t even know if we’re supposed to know this yet) our Prime Minister Helen Clark! Talk about going straight to the top. That was pretty exciting news, I can’t wait to hear what she has to say.

Rose and I went to look at the ball photos for order in the foyer after assembly. Mrs Russell pointed one particular photo out to me, which was a shot of me dancing (well, I assumed that was what I was doing, or trying to do) in the middle of the dance floor. It was um.. let’s just say it wouldn’t be at the top of my list if I was going to order.

When school ended and everyone left, I was by myself in form class. I resulted to lazing on the sofa as I waited for my ride due to arrive at 3:45pm. It was a tad awkward when all of a sudden the back door opens and in pops the head of the new cleaning lady. I forgot that the old cleaner (I think his name was Sam) had left at the end of last term so I wasn’t expecting to see her, or expecting her to see me beached on the sofa like a stranded whale.

Well that was pretty much as exciting as my first day back at school was. It’s a little depressing to think that more than half of the school year has passed, zzzip, goneburger. I guess the best way to stay positive is to not think about the end just yet!