Adventures In Faquier High: My First Two Days. · 1:50am Aug 19th, 2016
This might become a series of blogs while I'm in this school. Also, I have no clue how high schools generally work in America and how different FHS is, so I'm going to just explain shit like FHS has its own thing going.
So, it's actually really fun. Unlike my middle school, which had the standard 7 hour-long classes per day with lunch and homeroom thrown in, this school has 4 ninety-minute classes, with a half-hour homeroom (called Academic Plus) and lunch in between. This honestly helps the school day go by a lot faster, even though each class tends to drag becuase of the extra thirty minutes.
My classes are all really fun—either because of the subject, or because of the really chill teachers I've got in every class—but it's kind of weird sharing my extracurricular/"elective" classes with people in different grades, even though I get along with them really well (half of my new friends are sophomores, and this one kid in my Spanish class is a junior, and he thinks I'm the shit). And a lot of my closest middle school friends went to FHS for high school, too, which is awesome. Although a lot of them also went to a different high school, so I'm basically never seeing them again.
For the most part, I'm getting along, mostly because all the sophomores love the fact that I can beatbox.
But if you've made it this far, here's a fun little story.
I knew these two girls in middle school. Let's call one "Trisha" and the other "Amanda". You see, Trisha was in my final class of the day, Functional Arts 1. Now, over the summer I forgot most of my schoolmates' names unless I hung out with them a lot, so I couldn't remember who was who. See, I have this issue where if two people have one thing in common appearance-wise, I can't tell the difference between them. Like how these two kids I knew both were gingers, so I can't tell which from which.
But, anyway, I go up to Trisha, and I say hi, becuase I'm a nice guy like that. We share a few words, and I end it with "By the way, I can't remember your name. Was it Amanda?"
And she replies, "My name's Trisha."
I nod in acknowledgement, and stand there for a bit, before realizing just how big of a mistake I made.
Amanda is Vietnamese. Trisha is either Vietnamese or Chinese.
So I'd just made myself look like a huge ass for not being able to tell the difference between two Asians.
What sucks is, they really do look similar. Similar hair, similar facial structure... Hell, even similar glasses.
Goddamn I hate life.
It's okay. We all make mistakes.
We all have our moments like that. A lot of people remember my name and I tell them hi and pray we don't engage in conversation cause I don't remember them
4157767 Yeah, except now she'll probably hate me forever for confusing her for another Asian chick like the white fuck I am.
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Maybe she'll be understanding.
4157788 Nope.
It'll probably be chill by Monday, but yeah.
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That's the spirit. Trust me, I'm sure reason will prevail.
4157851 Hopefully.
In the meantime, I have a pony-themed Cards Against Humanity set up, if you're interested.
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Yeah
Oooo I love cards against humanity
4157905 Alright. Link
EDIT: REAL LINK
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What a big website, alright I signed in, now what?
4157920 We play.
4157920 Hey, you got kicked. Don't worry about waiting for a reply, just join the game.
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I...don't understand how this works...
4157952 Listen, the game keeps migrating. Just sign in, click this link and you should be fine.
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Okay, my laptop is such a lethargic piece of crap that by the time is loads what the cards say I have only seconds to respond. I hate this Toshiba so much.
4157985 That sucks.
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Yeah, sorry i couldn't play.