I began going to Munford High the next day. My day began with a school prayer. For someone who never even attended church, this was a definite change. I tried to be respectful and bowed my head in prayer with the rest of the kids.
I had taken some typing classes earlier and was continuing beginning typing. The teacher was a man who smelled so strongly of Aqua Velva aftershave that I would get a headache. I grew to hate the smell of Aqua Velva, simply from over exposure to the smell.
In my English class, they were breaking down sentences, something I had not yet learned, so I had some catching up to do in that class.
Biology class was a challenge. My teacher, a man, had such a deep southern accent that I couldn't understand what he was saying. I would listen to him, and then have to ask him to repeat what he said. The more I asked him to repeat, the more frustrated he became with me. He would glare at me and sometimes actually scowl at me. It didn't help that science was my worst subject, and dissecting an animal was the last thing I wanted to do. I was told he referred to me as: "That damn yankee girl", which I found amusing since I was from California.
The three periods of study hall were times when I could do my homework or whatever I wanted to do. I spent a lot of time in the library and once my homework was completed, I would draw. Mostly I drew pictures of people, often movie stars or singers. Sometimes I would draw a picture of one of the students. I would give that student my drawing when it was completed. I was a good artist and had a talent for catching likeness, so there was a demand for my drawings by the students. And my drawing gave me a way of meeting new people. I soon began making new friends.