Well, I'm back in school, and aside from the fact that I actually have to go, it's not too bad. I have some cool classes (like ceramics, finally--I've only been asking for it for three years now) and in English, we had to write a fairy tale, which I just finished, which is freaking sweet. I'm not going to bore you with a rundown of my classes; I just wanted to say that once I'm there, I'm good (but I can't wait to get gone. See, Miss Keller? There's some alliteration for ya). Also, my brother (who still shall remain nameless) started seventh grade in my school (albeit in a separate wing) and I'm kind of his guide, and stuff. Like Saca-freaking-gawea, or something. Except I have a red-and-plaid backpack on my back instead of a baby, and I ride a bus instead of canoeing down a river. But other than that? Same thing.
I really hate going to school. But once I'm there, it's not that bad.
*sound of me screaming as I'm dragged against my will onto the school bus*
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
I don't wanna go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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