First of school

I feel this day worth cataloging.

It sucked. My schedule, out of 10 classes, is missing 4th and 10th, all my cluster classes, it has an extra gym class, and Sociology needs to be gotten rid of. All of you who have seen me around school know this, because I'm sure I've ranted on about it, however needlessly. But ranting does the soul good, even if it does annoy my friends shitless.

+Davison was cool...in his own scary sort of way.
+Reitz needs to take a chill pill...seriously. But I'm dropping Sociology.
+The aerobics teacher needs to choke on her own god-awful chirpy attitude.
+Lunch was horrible. Loud freshmen not recognizing the senior hallway, and me lacking appetite.
+The counselors convienently forgot that I need 4th period. And every student in there belonged to the new counselor. A coincidence?
+Ms. Washington's class was a nice relaxing bit. Nothing happened. So I went to the Orchestra Room.

The best part of the day was seeing Osciel, and driving home...

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I realized this morning at around 11 that, while Sociology sounded interesting...I didn't want to deal with the workload. As time matured, I began to understanding that I want my senior year to be a BS year, like Marcus's was when he was a senior, and Ian, and that whole generation. So that's where my mind set is, and the day only reaffirmed it.

I don't want to deal with any more Mrs. Arnolds, or Schultzes, and I don't want to deal with idiots like Ellingson, or Gray. I want teachers like Dr. Mack and, yes, Mr. Large. So, when the counselors finally notice how badly they've fucked my schedule, I'm going to rebuild it more drastically than I planned before. I'm going to enjoy my senior year with teachers and classes that I like, and I'm going to be more easy-going.

Sounds like a plan...let's see how well it all works out.