Ghoul School

    “Now class repeat after me.  OoOoOoOHhHhHhHhHhHhH”
    “OOOOHHH”
    “No, no, the sound is like like this.  OoOoOoOHhHhHhHhHhHhH.  Try to make your voice wobble a bit”
    “OoOoHhHh”
    “Better.  Now in your groups I want you to practice and give each other feedback. Try to make your own variations on the first sound.”
    Wow really wouldn’t have guessed that there was a school for ghosts.  I mean really?  Who wants to take Haunting 101 or Fear Studies?  That’s why I intend to record my first day at Ghoul School (that’s actually the name, can you believe it?  It’s like soooooooo corny) so later I can show this journal to the principal and try to get the school changed.  So first I’ll write up my schedule.

1. Haunting 101

(Everything you need to know to haunt someone)

2. Group Haunting

(How to successfully haunt with other ghosts, like guidance)

3. Trailing the Living

(How not to get caught when haunting someone)

Free Floating Time (FFT)

(My lunch/recess time)

4. Death History

(Like Social Studies)

5. Scary Sounds

(Our band class)

    So that was pretty much all we did in Haunting 101.  On to my next class Group Haunting.  Oh joy.  
    “Alright class please sit down in groups of 5 that you think you can work with for the rest of the year.”  Pause to let us settle.  

“Now I want you all to know that in this class I hope to spend as little time talking as possible. In fact I’d like you to learn from each other more than you learn from me.  But since this is the first day I have to make the first day speech.”

We all started whispering.  A teacher that didn’t want to teach  and/or bore us?  This was a totally new thing for us.  No it wasn’t new it was preposterous!  And there was the one sarcastic ghost whispering

“I wonder how long this will last.”

“Oh shut up,” I hissed, “It’ll last longer without you spreading your poison.”

“At least I have an opinion. Unlike you unfeeling ghosts.” he muttered

“I said SHUT UP!”  And that’s when I remembered the  teacher floating in the front of the room.

“Ummm... Sorry Mrs...”

“No, no don’t apologize.  This is a perfect opportunity for me to explain what I mean.  Now did you two learn anything from your conversation.”

“I learned that I don’t want him in my group.” I replied and jerked my chin at the stupid boy.  And that is when I realized I didn’t even know his name.  But when all he gave in response to the teacher’s question was a “Humph”  I realized I didn’t care.

“Well then I guess you both learned something today.  Good.  Now form up in your groups and I want you to all get to know the people in your group a little better.”

So in my group we just kindda had a chat session.  The other people in my group are Marcey (yes it’s a girl name), Alex  (short for Alexandria but she warned us never to call her that), May (not June), and Crisa (which somehow is short for Cristal but we’re not supposed to call her that). Plus me of course. It’s an interesting group.

I wonder what my next class will be like.  Is it gonna be like ninja class or somthin? Hmmmm...  Well look at this.  Here’s the classroom but there’s no teacher, just a note on the board in a wide hand writing.

Find me

Does every teacher in this school teach differently?

“So where is he?” I asked my classmates.

“Nobody knows.” replied on of the brave ones.

“So let’s find him!” That got them excited. So we raced around the school looking for our teacher.  When we came back, exhausted and without our missing teacher he simply floated down from the ceiling, where he had been the whole time.

“You all failed today,” he said, “when you return tomorrow I will begin to teach you how and why.“

Yeesh what a sour pus.  You’d think if his job is teaching kids then he’d be a little nicer.  Well now is my free period so I guess I’ll go get something to eat and then hang out with Crisa.  Blah, blah.  No use recording this.

Well now it’s my second-to-last period (yay) but it’s Death History (uggh).  Maybe I’ll sleep through class.  Yawn.  So here goes. Teacher calls roll.  Starts with syllabus.  And now he’s talking about Prehistory Deaths.  Mmmmmm.  Snore.  Wow I actually slept through that class.  That is something that defiantly needs to change.  

So my last class (at last) is Scary Sounds.  This one I’m recording after class. That’s because I’m a  Nail Scratcher.  That is like the coolest instrument in the entire band!  But it’s also the hardest.  I have to be super concentrated I spend hours practicing each week.  But I’ve been practicing since I died and most people hadn’t even touched their instruments yet.  That said I would but down the details of the excruciating sounds that we produced in our first practice.  Let’s just say that it was very loud and painful.

So there you have it, my record of my first day of Ghoul School.  Yes there were some really super fun parts.  But some things do need to change.  But maybe, just maybe I’ll wait a little bit before showing this to my principal.