September 1 – First Day of 11th Grade (Friday)
I'm officially a junior. Feels weird even writing that. Two more years until we're out of here... and somehow it still feels like forever.
Woke up at 6:45—Mom made toast and eggs, told me I look taller (I don't). Dad said something in British sarcasm I didn't catch because I was half-asleep. Still, it was nice. First-day nerves hit once I saw my uniform hanging on the chair.
Met up with the guys outside school. Jason already had three dumb jokes lined up before we even got through the gate. Brandon was in full hype mode, acting like it was the first day of college or something. Sammy came in wearing a jacket that looked way too good for school, like usual—he's the only one of us with style. Harry just nodded, but I caught him smiling.
First class was history. New teacher—Ms. Levin—seems cool, but she gave us a pop quiz "just to see where we're at." Like, hello? It's the first day.
At lunch we reclaimed our old table. Felt good. Brandon dared Jason to chug a milk carton in under ten seconds. He did it. Regretted it immediately.
I don't know. Something about this year feels like it might be different. Not sure how, but... yeah.
Also, I already have math homework. Great.
—P.M.