The New Class

There was a batch of new students at the continuation high school. Well, there's always a new batch. They break down their year into eight blocks, each about a month long. The school admits a new class of about twenty for each of those blocks.

(Students graduate on their own timeline, as well. As soon as they reach 220 credits, they're done, no matter when in the year it is.)

Sixth period was the class that had all the newbies. I realized this when I got a look at the roster. I recognized a couple names. And not from the continuation high school.

I have mentioned Kevin before. In fact, I predicted that he'd end up here. (It was a rather obvious prediction.) He'll fit right in.

The other student I recognized just by his name I have not mentioned on the blog before. That's because I try to think of him as little as possible.

Many mornings I would walk onto one campus and hear my name bellowed across the expanse. Each syllable enunciated. Followed by giggles. And repeated.

I quickly learned to ignore it.

Angelo even would run up to me and bellow my name to my face.

I asked him to stop. He would not.

Then I had him in a class with a co-teacher, and I learned that I was not special. He did the same to all his teachers. Whew. I'm so glad he wasn't singling me out.

Yup, now he's at the continuation high school. He seemed surprised to see me. And, as luck would have it, he's stopped the bellowing of my name. So, progress.

I didn't recognize the other students. But I'll learn their names. Because I do spend a lot of time at the continuation high school. (Little did they know that they can't escape me there *insert evil laugh*)