The Truth About History

Everytime I have history, I find myself the last one in the classroom, as though I am dragging out the time in which I have to get to the lesson. I normally find I have it after lunch and I am the only memeber of my peer group, one of two members of my class who have that lesson. I try to get there late, I hate the people in that class. My history class is the worst class, at least in other lessons people just leave me alone, but in History I find myself surrounded by really annoying people who should have better things to do than bother me, but for some reason don't.

It's not like I don't have any friends, but more that I don't have any friends in that particular class. I probably could have made friends, I know why I haven't made friends, I''ll get on to that.
Anyway, so I drag my feet and take the long way to the other side of the school, room 39 where I have History with Mrs Dobson. I wonder why I hate going to history. I love the subject, I like my teacher, I make striaght A's and yet I hate going. It's probably something to do with that friends thing again. It's not that the people in my history class dislike me. I am sure most of them hold me in mild disdain, and have n o idea of my loathing towards them. I hope it stays that way. I am in a class of people who can make my life very difficult if they wish to.
It's an awkward position if you ask me, spending an hour in a class full of the kind of people I hate. Then again, you would think if I hate them so much, they would stay away from me.
History would be AWSOME if they would stay away from me, But no, something about me fascinates them, if only they would just stay away. Funnily enough, the best history lesson I have ever had was when my partener was away, so I didn't have to pretend to listen to her idiotic babble and nod and smile encouragingly, acting as though I give a damn. To be hoenst, I don't really care if Jess pushed Jenny in the dinning hall. Nor do I care that Bobby isn't paying enough attentiong to Danniel. I do, surprisingly enough care how millions of soldiers around the world lost their lives in a war that lasted 4 years and left countries in tatters and account for the present day situations we live in.
And that brings me nicely to the reason I don't have any friends in my history class. Yesterday we were discussing the treaty of Versailles. When I say we, I mean me and the teacher, as the rest of the class were too interested in the personal stero that was being passed around. We had been given numbers representing the big three and put into groups. Somehow I found myself being Woodrow Wilson, Georges Clemenceau and Lloyd George. I don't really see how that happend, but I think it had something to do with the pity I was feeling towards the teacher. I mean in a class of 30, why can't one student give a basic outline of Woodrow's 14 points, or give a reason that Lloyd George didn't want to punish Germany too badly. Anyway, that is how I ended up discussing how the first world war ended and it's affect on the world with my teacher. This is probably one of many reasons that my class hates me. I mean, I have no right to be interested in work do I? It goes against everything they believe in.
Dammit, it's the end of dinner hour. I also don't think that my friends are swallowing th, I have courswork to do, that's why I have to go to the computer room. Sooner or later they are going to figure out that it actually means I don't want to spend another minute listening to you whiny drivel. Wow, I actually have replaced real people with the internet.
Ah well, the internet is more reliable, and always smiles.

Anyway to conclude No matter what I do, No matter how hard I try, I somehow always end up early to history. Somehow.