New Student on Campus

MONDAY morning, six a.m., and there’s a ringing in my ears. I’m pretty sure I must have moaned pretty loudly and unpleasantly at that point. After reluctantly crawling out of the bed, I groomed myself and put on my uniform. Ready to go, I hit the road and spent the next thirty minutes fighting morning rush hour.

My homeroom class is the farthest building from the parking lot, so that was a nice, little walk. Once arriving at the building, I was greeted by a few “good mornings” and countless confused stares.

“Are you new here,” asked several uniformed girls.

“Yes, I’m Chelsea, what are y’alls’ names?”

That’s pretty much how my day went. There are seven classes in my schedule, not including the tri-weekly chapel services and midday lunch period. I never know what time it is that I’m supposed to be somewhere. It’s not “what’s your 9:30 class?” … it’s “who do you have for second period?”  My life has ceased to be ruled by the clock and the lovely bell has taken over my every move.

The bell rings all the time. It signals everything and anything, and teachers kind of flinch when it rings mid-sentence. I always get a chuckle out of that. Seriously though, this thing RINGS and you can’t miss it. All I need to do is figure out what note it sounds, and by the end of the year, I’ll have perfect pitch.

My blog will continue on a regular basis. Please follow me in my journey as a new student at GACS!