Well on tuesday I started my Math 1010 class. Just the story on how I ended up in Math 1010 would be a good post... but.... in short I have to take it... and the ACT ruins my life. On walking into my first college class that was actually at a college I had expectations that weren't quite fufilled. In fact... no expectation was filled. My class was a class full of middle aged, drug adicts, the slums of my town. And as nine of the 45 of us was called randomly to introduce us to the class I found I was in the nine. As I awaited my turn at the end of the line I silently listened to the stories of the people at my side.
"I have stopped smoking for 18 days and I have been clean from meth for 3months. I just want my 8 children back." lady with purple hair exclaims.
(class claps)
"I don't really get anything... I just want to change my life around ... and ...um... stop partying. I haven't had a drink for 12 days." lady who is hungover.
(class claps)
"Uh, I want to become a police officer... kinda. So yeah. Math." stupid big guy with tattoos.
(class sits in silence)
"I am going to college again becuase I blew out my knee in the marines and I am in a wheelchair(obviously since we are all looking at you...and you are indeed in a wheelchair) I just want to play baseball with my sons again." says guy with a baseball cap and a wheelchair.
(class sits in agitation as they try and figure out why being in a wheelchair has anything to do with math and not physical therapy.)
"I sometimes speak in an irish accent." the girl with the haircut.
(........)
This would be where I am suppossed to speak.... I am next to the girl with the hair cut.. But I find myself having a hard time coming up with.. well something to say that is... well nevermind
"Hi. My name is Sierra. I... well I am in high school .. a senior. Um.. i took this class becuase I didn't understand AP Calculus... which is alright with me.. becuase that's hard. I plan on going to college.. and.. thats fun." says normal preppy girl that has never tried dope.
(class stares with bored faces)
I exhaled. Becuase that humiliation was over. But I was wrong.
"What happened to your arm?" says math teacher with cerebral palsy.
"I .. well I got shoulder surgery."
And to my suprise the girl with the hair cut says in an irish accent "Oh! Well then you can give me your violin!!"
I am not gonna lie.. i must have looked super confused. Here are the thoughts that ran through my mind at this time.
1. Who the Hell(Sorry) are you?!
2. How the Hell(Sorry) did you know that I play the violin?
3. There's no way in Hell(Sorry) I am giving you my violin!!
After these thoughts flew acrossed my mind a memory was triggered.. This girl had been in my orchestra class two years ago.. She wasn't so.. irish...then though. And she had hair. So here is what spilled out of my mouth in a sort of embarassed quiet remark.
" I don't want to give you my violin."
(The whole class is stunned in an awkward silence.) So I smile.
(class claps)
sincerely sierra
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