First Day of Junior Year

Editor's Note: I was gonna post this 8/20/2012, but, you know, laziness.

I woke up at about 5:30, confident that things would go well. I got dressed in the living room (I have no clue why, I just felt like it.), brushed mah teef, blah di blah, morning routine. I even had time to do mah nails, something which I avowed myself to do more often as a self-reward for being a girl. (and to help me with my terrible nail-biting habit)

oh, but there was more...


Of course, I woke up my brother, my mom woke up on her own, and I woke my dad at the last minute. Only then did I realize I hadn't had breakfast yet, and chugged down a glass of milk on my way out. Best. Breakfast. Ever. (not really)

Of course, we had to ride the bus. And we waited. And the guy was late. Now I'm pretty sure this guy got his sense of direction from a cereal box, as he missed stops, made several u-turns, and ended up driving away from the school. Us heroic students had to tell him where to go, of course, or otherwise-

What. Do. You. Mean.
There's only 5 minutes left until the bell? Really???

So I wasn't seeing any of my friends.

Great way to start the year.

My first class, a science..
"Okay, so maybe things won't be as bad as they are so far..." And it was not. I had had the teacher before, and our textbooks are freaking coloring books. I'm gonna like that class.

Then came math, and since I had to retake it, I was no longer 2 years ahead, but instead I was downgraded to being only "advanced". (Dun dun DUN)
I ended up with people I consider stupid, for classmates. These sub-humans are not my classmates. *makes ugly face

Then came choir, my ALL TIME FAVORITE CLASS, NO EXCEPTIONS. A class of almost 50 students, dynamic and diverse. And there are people I actually LIKE in this class, people I am friends with! Dear God, thank you!!!! And I'm really excited for this class!! Commence hammertime dancing. And I had my first choral meeting with people I barely know, but who cares because they seem nice and weird, so I respect them even though I don't think they know me that much.

And the last class is history with an ex-hippie lady who rides motorcycles and I'm gonna have fun in that class because I get to abuse Z. (Mwahahaha thought you'd get out of it, didn't you, Z?)

And then came the end of the day.
And now it's almost Thursday, and I have tons of homework notes and school doesn't seem that great anymore.
D:
C'est la vie.