Classes

So my classes are horrible, except for Art, it is my sanctuary during the school day. My first class is biology. On the first day, I had no idea where I was going, so I got my first demerit for wandering the halls. My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I call her Hairwoman. My social studies teacher is Mr. Neck, the same guy who growled at me to sit down in the auditorium on the first day. 

Art follows lunch, like a dream follows a nightmare. My art teacher, Mr. Freeman, is ugly. He has a big old grasshopper body, like a stilt-walking circus guy. He makes us do an art project where we pick a topic and we have to make the object out of anything possible. We will spend the year doing this. My stomach fluttered while other people groaned. Can he really let us do this? It sounds like to much fun. I get to make a tree, but it seems to easy, but he didn't let me get a new one. My Spanish class is horrible. The teacher said she is going to go an entire year without speaking English to us. I wish this class would be as good as art.