I thought I could handle one class where I’m the only guy. I never thought that I would be put in a position where I’d have to be that guy, twice a day.

Eighth period… One of my almost favorite classes is now kind of bittersweet. I love the activities and information, and I do really well on tests, but now, lots of things have changed. Not only did every other guy in the class transfer out, but now we have a seating arrangement. I don’t mind the fact that we have a seating arrangement, I just don’t like the fact that we only have seven people in our class and now we’re all spread out.

In a comparison to journalism, this class is way more calm. No one really gets to talk to each other like we do in journalism. Maybe it is because of the difference in the structure of the class, but I still don’t like the change. American History seems much more boring now that we aren’t all sitting next to each other.

Another difference between Journalism and American History, is that we share the class with two loud cheerleaders instead of one. Shoutout to Safyre for being the one I tolerate the most. Besides the two cheerleaders and one other, we just don’t talk that much.
Journalism is like my second family, we’re all pretty close to each other and we’re all comfortable. We make each other laugh, we argue, but we always have fun. History is the opposite. We’re like the awkward cousins at a family reunion. You know of them but you’re not comfortable enough to share things with everyone. We laugh at Ms. Jay’s jokes, but besides that it’s pretty stern.

Besides having a different schedule, a lot of weird things keep happening that still make me uncomfortable, even though I should be used to it by now. Sometimes, I feel like the girls don’t care that I’m there anymore, and just talk about whatever they want. They too talk about embarrassing period stories and their personal relationships. What. The. Heck. Yeah, I know it’s a natural feminine bodily function and all, but still. I’m a guy and I just can’t get used to that.

If I remember right, the girls in my history class even talked about something along the lines of blood week, but they did make an attempt to apologize when they noticed my obvious discomfort.

It’s all good though. I enjoy the good parts of the classes, like over hearing all the gossip. I know about every breakup, rumor, and what so and so did over the weekend before most girls do. Sometimes, I feel like I live in a soap opera. I am just so very glad that my luck has been so amazing. My luck added six more females for me to see every day rather than the original eleven.