She wakes up early, hoping to leave the house early. She leaves the house half an hour later than expected, but nonetheless ready. Her hair is teased, brushed, and gelled into a fauxhawk. She lost her eyeliner, so no makeup today. She doesn’t know her afternoon classes, and her morning classes are approximated. No timetable for this poor girl. But off she goes, whistling “I Have Confidence” from The Sound Of Music.
She has two enormous instruments, which cause her much pain and suffering on the bus ride there. When she gets to school, all she can do is deposit her instruments outside the music room door, hope Benson watches them properly, and run to the office. There are many others wanting their timetables.
And now, timetable in hand, off to music. She hasn’t retained a single thing that anyone said that day. She feels the class will be insanely fun nonetheless. She finds that Biology is a little difficult, but nothing she can’t handle. Lunch resulted in her trying to change her timetable so that she wasn’t stuck in grade 10 History, and being sent to Anthropology until they changed her time table for reals.
She had Anthro twice that day. Not fun. Boring, even. She wonders if Fashion was cancelled, and what to take instead.
Finally, class is over. She goes berserk trying to fix her whiteboard before she goes home, to no avail. She sees Andrew, and he is purple. She is confused. She walks Changhai partially home.
She puts in a job application at Tim Hortons, buys the coolest change purse imaginable, and goes home.
And this is her day. Pretty lame.