First Day

First day of school.

Since i'm back in the dorms it feels like i've never left this place. Stale lettuce, moldy bread, and chocolate milk with far too less chocolate... it's all the same. I wasn't nervous or anything, kind of excited. But now i'm just exhausted. German class was the only one I was kind of sweating about, seeing as how i haven't practiced at ALL this entire summer. So, I walk in the classroom and it's humid as Hell. I look around... nobody I really recognize from the previous year (seeing as how this is the only German 2010 class offered, I figured more would show up). And they did... 2 minutes before class started... what can I say, the old group has style. I sat there and stared at the X-files shirt the kid in front of me was wearing. Mulder was scolding me, shaming me for not practicing over the summer as Scully ran a few lab tests and concluded that I just fail. In big, red, smash bros. letters... FAILURE.



Math... the professor tried (emphasis on "tried") to give us this stirring speech on the anthropology of mathematics. Siiiigh, I have a bad feeling that he's going to put me to sleep. He also wants us to call him by his first name. I don't know what it is, but I have issues calling professors by their first names... I don't know, I guess I like the formality of it all.

Drawing... hmmmm. End story.

Art history tomorrow, i'm excited to go to a class where I feel completely confident in my abilities.


now i'm tired. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzzzzz