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A Day in the Life of a Private School Kid

Youth Media Project

For my first blog, I had no idea as to what to write, but soon decided that the best way to get to know myself was to record an average day in my hectic life.

6:00 AM: I wake up to 'Barracuda' by Heart, a sure sign of a fantastic day. I take a hasty shower, eat a bowl of cereal, and then debate on whether to wear a certain cardigan for twenty minutes. After watching MTV for a little while, I hit the road and maneuver the streets of Jackson to get to Ridgeland, all the while attempting to brush my hair in the car. This proves tricky.

7:23 AM: Arriving at school, I remember it is Senior Skip Day, and park in the farthest area of the Junior parking lot, rather than at the gym where the Sophomores are supposed to park. I walk about what seems four miles to get to the library and print off my Chemistry lab worksheets, and then remember about my Hamlet test, which starts in eight minutes.

7:55 AM (Honors English 10): Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no. This test is made out of quotations? ONLY quotations!? I'm going to die. In icy silence Mrs. Holmes grades our current Hamlet paper on suicide, and when I turn my test in, I discover I made a B-. Fair enough for a Holmes class.

8:50 AM (Chemistry): Today we experiment with the reactive properties of Magnesium in Hydrochloride, and measure the volume, temperature, atmospheric pressure, and moles of the equation. My lab partners Lorna and Miriam document by photos and we are the first team done. Sweet mother victory.

Break: Alex, Killian, and I discuss Beagle Bagel and its new locale in Highland Village, which may or may not be true. I don't think it is.

10:00 AM (Honors World History II): This class basically constitutes of Mrs. Patrick dictating notes about the Industrial Revolution and chatting about Williams-Sonoma and their excellent bake ware. Today I can hardly keep up typing due to hunger and boredom, and a distracting daydream about Jake Gyllenhaal and New York.

10:55 AM (Assembly): Usually we have some type of inspirational speaker to talk to us about our problems, but today Mrs. Powell talked to us about stress and how to handle it. Then, in order to help us practice these new helpful tips, the rest of our assembly was dedicated to our rest and relaxation, and we were given a free period. I used it to study for my Speech quiz, and consequently stressed myself out: a counterproductive period of confusion and disorder.

11:50 AM (Speech): Dr. Patterson talked to us about language use, and I promptly power- napped for about fifteen minutes in a discreet fashion. The conversation quickly turned to the rise and fall of the Roman Empire and the burning of the library in Alexandria. I entertained myself by thinking about France and how fantastic it would be to live there. I reminded myself to visit one day.

Lunch: Sat in the Max with Callie, Sara, Sneed, and Lily and discussed many of things until a brief drama went down. It seemed that certain Juniors had created a Gossip Girl-esque website trash talking about other Juniors and saying very inappropriate and horrible things. Everyone rushed to their laptops and/or iPhones to look up the disgustingly embarrassing blog and was in quite a tizzy, only to discover it had been deleted. Mean people are unacceptable, and just resulted in making themselves look bad.

1:25 PM (Study Hall): Callie says that Block 7 study hall is the best because she is there, but I think it is the best because all the people I like are here. Callie, Germany, Lorna, Skylar, and I contemplate the meaning of Algebra II all the while surrounded by the unnerving quiet due to the lack of seniors. We Latin 3 students hope that Mrs. Ricks will forget to come to class due to the 'Help with Computers for Teachers Who Don't Do That Well' info session that is currently happening.

2:20 PM (Latin 3): Mrs. Ricks left her computer class and is here on time. Latin class is held in Room Seven, in which there are pictures and posters of Latin-themed areas and objects covering almost every inch of the walls. We translate a Pyrrha poem by Horace, again, and I learned two things about Britain: there is no trash and everyone is very orderly. I blanked out for the rest of the class.

3:10 PM: I sneak back to the Junior parking lot only to find that there is not a nice big pink detention slip attached to my windshield wiper, therefore making my day successful. I quickly speed home, only to discover that my mother has hidden the rest of the Lindt white chocolate truffles and that I have a mountain-load of homework to do and tests to study for. I crash on the couch and lie there for a few minutes.

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