Inside the Mind of an Introvert

6

April 4, 2017

The events of today circle my mind as I sit, leaning against the wall in the middle of the school hallway. This has become my regular spot to sit (more like hide) in during lunch break. The staff bathrooms right in front of me are just the cherry on top. 

I had planned to visit a club with a friend (how strange that sounds!), but I couldn't find her, and I suppose it was for the best since the club-room door said, "Executive members only today."

Math class was fun, as always. We had a quiz and the teacher came to our Science class (we have almost the exact same people in Science as in Math) to give us our papers back. There was outrage for a good fifteen minutes or so as my classmates rejoiced over scraping by with a passing mark. ("Math is always so difficult, we need to celebrate when we get good marks!" they said. At least, something like that)

Tomorrow we have a unit test for Math and today I have a French quiz. Again. (it got postponed to tomorrow)

I refuse to speak of art class, or indeed even acknowledge its presence in my life. 

The chatter of the group of girls who sit on the opposite side of the hall can be head clearly as the usual noisiness of other kids is not here today to drown out their voices.