Head aches and Heart throbs

As you all probably know, I STARTED SCHOOL TODAY.
What a wreched place...

I had a headache all day long. I settled into the motions of the day and it was like we never lefted. No summer, just the same old thing over and over again.

Good did come out of the day, though. Some funny happenings because for SOME reason, I'm a hell of a lot more outgoing at school. I'm crazy.

In advanced algebra, first hour, Mrs. Hinton was writing down where everyone was sitting, and she goes "You're so quiet today... Well, except for *Erro*" *giggles, I love my alias (:*

Second hour brought beautiful art class. I love Mrs. Winter. She went over what we were going to do, then she showed us the nifty 'lockdown bucket'. It's a great white plastic bucket that has a bag of first aid supplies, a 'Need First Aid' sign, and a laminated peice of paper that on one side is red and the other is green that serves as a signal. And to top it all off, there's a neon orange vest. I asked Mrs. Winter what it was for, laughing she relied "It's for the teachers to wear so the people know who to shoot!" It was hilarious.

Third hour was P.E. and I arrogantly walked in proclaiming "DONT WORRY, I'M HERE!" as half of my classmates stared blankly down at me making an ass out of myself. Then class meetings, where I sat rebelliously up on the top row and made comments about everything that was said. Then refused to vote for any of the girls and instead vote for the dumbest guys in my class to be president.

Fourth hour was chorus. I love that class. Mrs. Helgerson walked in to the room while I was in a conversation with Keri about how I'm never having sex with a man. Should have seen the look on her face. Priceless. Then lunch where I pondered the sad fact that all the other tables in the lunchroom would pack till there was no room to eat before anyone would come sit at our mostly empty table. Ah, to be an outcast... you get all the room you want!

Fifth was study hall... uneventful to say the very least.

Sixth was Biology. Mr. Tweedy is a child molester. Not a good class.

Seventh, though, was better. I love Mrs. Rule. And I love English. I sit right up front. Mrs. Rule stepped on the strap to my bag and goes 'Sorry' then looks down... "Oh, I thought that was your foot! It's only your bag" *laughing* "My legs arent that long!" Then she replies "I know what that's like!" You see, Mrs. Rule is barely five foot tall, if that. She's one of the few people that I might be taller than. It was great.

The last class was World History. Mr. Krambeer is hilarious in a dorky fashion that may be hawt if I was straight and he was ten years younger.

After school, my mom informed me that my letter came from Heather. I was exstatic. I got home and read it and almost cried... I love that girl!


So that was my wonderous day. I am not looking forward to the morrow...