Today was an A-day, which meant I had my FACS teacher, Mrs. C, for homebase. Or at least I was supposed to... You see, my homebase is a bit messed up. My regular homebase teacher, Mrs. L (the regular ed ELA teacher) teaches 'writer's workshop', which I believe is a program for people who have bad grades in ELA, on A-days, so I have to stay with the Mrs. C. On B-days, I have chorus, same with every other C-day. The only actual time I see my true homebase teacher is every other C-day when I don't have chorus. Well, when I was walking down to the FACS room, I noticed the door was shut, and the room was dark. On the door was a bulletin that explained that the teacher was doing something else, and below was a list of where the students of her homebase would be staying. I read through it once, twice, three times... my name wasn't on there. I was like, Oh, crap. What am I supposed to do? At about that moment, the bell rang, signaling that all students should be where they're supposed to be. Except I wasn't supposed to be anywhere! I paced down the hallway, not sure on what to do. I could drop by Mrs. L's room... but I knew she had writer's workshop, so that wouldn't do any good. I ended up on following through with that, since I had no other ideas. I made my way up the stairs (the FACS room is in the basement; the regular ELA room is on the second floor). When I reached the room, I waited by the door, not sure if I should walk in or not. The writer's workshop people were staring at me... I began to feel uncomfortable. Mrs. L finally noticed me, and said, "What are you doing here, Kim?" I paused. "Am I supposed to be here for homebase...?" I asked, my voice trailing off. She gave me this cold, angry look. "No, this is an eighth grade class." Blinking, I mumbled, "I don't know where I'm supposed to be, then." She growled, "Then go check with the counseling office, you're disrupting this class." I backed away, muttering to myself. I'm not too fond of Mrs. L... honestly, I don't know her very well, since the only time I ever see her is every other C-day, and even then, all I usually do is sleep in homebase. She doesn't even know my name... I remember one time I was walking down the hallway, and she starts saying, "Katelyn, come here!" Since, well, I'm not a Katelyn, I kept walking. Her voice sharpened and grew louder. "Katelyn! Katelyn, come here!" I was like, Ooookay... I don't even know anyone on this team named Katelyn. Then she shook her head and said, "Oh, gosh, Kim! Kim, come here!"
I walked on toward the counseling office, which was on the first floor. I slowly opened the door, and walked in. A group of kids were assembled in chairs against the wall, one of which was Sarah, the girl who bullied my friends and I until I went at her with a pencil (but that's a different story). I wondered if they were there for group counseling... that would be logical. A secretary called me over, and I explained the problem, watching Sarah out of the corner of my eye. I told her that I was supposed to be with Mrs. C for homebase today, and that she wasn't there. The secretary told me, "Yeah, she's on a cooking tour. There was a list posted on the door, let me find it..." Yeah, you think I don't know that? I can read, thank you very much, and I very well know my name was not on that list. "But my name wasn't on it..." The secretary dug out the list, and murmured, "That's weird." She looked up my schedule, checking to make sure I did indeed have the Mrs. C for homebase on A-days. What, you think I'm lying to you? She then picked up the phone and called someone, and they chattered for a bit about the issue. "Hello, I have a student here who doesn't know where to be for homebase... Yeah, the Mrs. C... No, her name wasn't on that list... Yes, she does have her... Oh, then just pick the one with the least students... Mr. Wiest? Oh, okay." She put down the phone, and told me to go to Mr. Wiest's homebase for today. She issued me a pass, and I once again headed up the stairs. Mr. Wiest's room is directly next to Mrs. L's room, and I had to pass by it on the way. I watched as the eyes of the writer's workshop kids followed me. Pay attention to your work, you slackers! I strolled into Mr. Wiest's room. Everyone's eyes were glued to their books, and utter silence filled the room; the usual atmosphere of a homebase classroom. Mr. Wiest was seated in a student desk in the front of the class, grading a stack of papers; probably those darned DBQs he bashes the heck out of. I wondered why he was sitting in a tiny student desk, when he had a desk of his own in the back of the classroom, but I didn't dare question him. I walked over to him, and held out my pass. He looked up from what he was doing. "Hi, Kim," he greeted, taking the pass. "Uh, my homebase teacher isn't here, so..." He cut me off. "Mrs. C? Yup, there was a list that told everyone where they should be heading." "Well yeah, but my name wasn't on the list... I was told to go here." Mr. Wiest raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that's weird. Well, just find a seat." I nodded, and chose a desk in the back with few people around it. I pulled out Night, a book I had to read for my literature circle in ELA. We were supposed to read to page 36 and stop, but I had nothing better to do, so I read to page 60... Homebase flew by quickly, especially since I spent a portion of it wandering around in confusion. Soon enough, the bell rang, and everyone was released.

I still don't know why I wasn't included on the list... oh, and if you're wondering, I'm not going to be saying the names of my teachers, aside from a selected one from each year; I Googled the name of my Spanish teacher, and the first thing that came up was my school website... yikes.