The Real ALC Experience

I'll start from the very begining, how I manage to find myself sitting in a too small room with about 7 other kids. ALC, or the Alternative Learning Center; a room, correction, box thats called a center? Why it's called a center and is the size that it is I'll never know. My adventures starting with this place started before school itself had. Due to other circumstances, a parent drove me to school this morning, before even pulling all the way into the side drop off, I got out and walked across the street. Upon arriving to my destination I lit up a ciggarette, a daily addiction for me. After my smoke I put out the butt and was on my way to class. However, that trip didn't last long; our Vice Principle quickly found me and there went my morning. So now almost seven hours later; of sitting in a cubicle and absolutly no talking, I have discovered that, its extremely boring! I try to space out all my work, but oh no, even that doesn't help to cure the boredom. I've sat in a little cubicle, and got a small flash of social freedom when we all went to get lunch; but still no relief from the boredom. Occasionally you'll hear the teacher talking to herself, or obnoxiously chatting with her mother on the phone, while complaining she has to much work to do. How ironic is that? Most of the kids in here do what I am, doodling, staring off into space, some sleeping if they can do it sitting straight up. So, ALC is not an enjoyable place, not because its such a harsh punishment, but seroiusly, could it get any more boring?!