American School

Welp...back to escuela Americana.
Mátame.
I kept thinking it wouldn't be that bad, but let's be real; life is very different without my españoles.
I'm back into normal life. I'm not that crazy Americana anymore who sticks out like a sore thumb. I don't meet five new people every day.
I'm just Morgan.

First hour was English........................
Tried to correct a sentence but got COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY CONFUSED when they tried to get you to change "no" into "know". For me, it just changed the entire meaning of the sentence and I sat there for ten minutes trying to understand what I was supposed to do until I finally remembered how those little grammar things worked.
World History....................................
Learning about Ancient Greece....after studying Ancient Greek...MR. WOOD, YOU ARE PRONOUNCING EVERYTHING TERRIBLY WRONG
Chemistry.........................................
Why am I in America? I just don't understand. I am so tired and I just miss Porriño. I miss seeing all my friends in the hallways. I miss it so much. Why is everyone speaking English and why am I here if Paula is not?
Lunch........................................................................................
I was lucky enough that my friend Hannah was controlling the sign-up sheet for the blood drive, but in reality, she won't be there tomorrow and I have zero friends in my lunch but I have scoped out a nice empty table to sit at and read my Spanish book...good.
Law and Society..............................
Why are you speaking English? Where are all the cute Spanish boys? Why are you lecturing me about alcohol and tobacco...I want to be a lawyer, not a loser.
Algebra 2........................................
I DON'T HAVE, NOR WANT, A GRAPHING CALCULATOR. Why is nobody even talking to me...? I thought they were my friends last year.....

Now I just want to sink into a pit in the sand at the bottom of the ocean and wallow there and cry a little.
I came home and changed into my dinosaurio sweatshirt and felt a little better.
As well, I must account for all of the friends in the hall who asked how Spain was.
TELL ME WHY THEY DIDN'T END UP IN MY CLASSES?!?!??!?!?!?!
I am making it a point to catch up on everyone else's lives too. This is important, because I must realize that the world didn't just stop when I was gone.
However, it feels like it has stopped now.

A true nerd writes a note in Spanish on the Spanish teacher's board after unsuccessfully trying to hunt her down twice in one day.
I am a true nerd.