[u][h1][center][color=8882be]Jacob Rojas[/color][/center][/h1][/u]
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You could always tell the new teachers from the old. The signs were subtle, invisible almost, and sometimes even hard to miss. But once you noticed them, they were as stark as a raven in the pure snow. There was a spark in their eyes. Bright, intelligent, optimistic. Innocence that rivaled a newborn lamb's. A visible ideology that students actually wanted to learn and that all it took was a small little push in the right direction for the scum that was teenagers to become shining examples of society. Of course, this never lasted long. Three weeks at most before life's monotony took over and the startling truth of the system's brokenness wore away the gleam, adding another lifeless cog to the machine that was highschool.

Staring at his new US History teacher, with his pop-culture reference filled introduction and his overly cheerful walk, it was obvious to Jacob that this man was merely another toy for the school to break. Then again, who wasn't? It was just that this toy was newer and shinier than the rest. More likely to snap than the rest.

Jacob sighed and tapped his pencil against the desk. First day of school and already his mood was turning sour. Perhaps it was due to the fact that it was a Friday of all days, or that freedom was only less than a half hour away. Neither did well to appease Jacob's restlessness.

Biting back another sigh--a habit, he made a mental note of, to attempt to undo--he reached into his bag and slipped out his English assignment. It was one of the few things he looked onto without dread regarding the school year, but even then he felt a stir of apprehension stir in his gut. Sharing private feelings with a complete stranger? Anonymous or no, it went against many of his own personal rules. Still, it was a major grade and Jacob wasn't going to risk not graduating. With a quick glance around to make sure he wouldn't get caught, Jacob pressed his pen to the page and got to filling out the questions.