I look at Crowshill high, the red brick walls of the school cast a looming shadow that reaches the gates of Crowshill. I look at the school logo and read the Latin motto, Ut sint vobis discere optimum.

I believe that translates to "learn to be your best". When you think about it it's kind of like a trans metaphor, but alas not meant like that seen as the school was founded by a complete racist who used slavery to build the original building. Not the kind of guy who would support trans rights if asked, especially in the 19th century.

I pace towards the doorway across the brick pathway as an empty crisp packet drifts through the wind going past me. As I get near the open doors the headmaster who always stands at the door every morning is again there.

"Good morning Jonathan, let's keep up the good work" my principal greets me.

"Good morning Mr Cawnthraw, and I will" I quickly respond. I quicken my pace to get past him and sit down.

I hate it when they say more than good morning.

I enter the atrium and see the other students bustling and talking.

Damn if only I had friends to talk to. Well reading time I suppose.

I go sit on my seat in the corner and pull out my copy of Lemony Snicket's: A series of unfortunate events: The bad beginning. I glance at my watch, 8:45 my watch displays.

Around 20 minutes reading, which is nice when you have a good book.

I open my book and begin to read getting lost in the predicament of the Baudelaire children.

I read in peace until I hear the *BONG* *BONG* *BONG* of the 9:05 school bell warning 5 minutes until registration, the first part of school, officially starts. I mark my page with a bookmark, close my book, put it away and then get up. I begin to journey through the halls towards the computer lab where my registration is.

I round the corner to my form and get in the line as we wait for Miss to open the door. It takes a minute before she rounds the corner

"Well we better get you lot in" she says and walks towards the locked door. She pulls out a key and and slides it into the lock twisting, unlocking and then opening the door. She holds the door open as my classmates quickly pour into the room and onto their seats. "Good morning, John" Miss cheerily greets as I pass her.

"Good morning Miss Larson" I cheerily respond.

Miss is the only teacher I enjoy she's like a beam of light in the dark chasm of Crowshill high, I don't know if she is LGBT+ friendly but apart from that mystery she is a kind soul and a good teacher. Also her name sounds like arson which is kind of lit.

I enter the room and sit in my corner seat as I hear the*BONG* *BONG* *BONG* of the bell signalling school had fully started.

Well, here we are.

"Right let's get you all marked in" Miss says as she begins the register. She just says "John, well I know you're in" when she gets to my name.

After finishing the register miss says "Okay guys today there is a form lesson 3rd".

Yes! I get to do a lesson here instead of doing chemistry. This is some good news, I wonder what we will do in form studies were it's important but they don't want to do an official test on it like the history of racism or stuff like that. Girl oh girl do we love the education system.

The rest of form is mostly just sitting around waiting until the bell goes *BONG* *BONG* *BONG*. Signifying that registration is over and now I have to go to my first lesson of maths. As I get up I think.

Well, this is where the "fun" begins.