Welcome Back.

Sadly, today was the first day back at school (or Hell with fluorescent lighting) after a very relaxing and fun Christmas holiday. I felt sick to my stomach as I drove into the pothole infested parking lot of my school, past the hicks and their ugly trucks with haybales tossed in the back (pretty handy for lunchtime tail-gate parties), and the rich kids clicking shut their parent's Audi 500's. I casually glide my dirt encrusted Ford Focus into an empty spot beside the cafeteria doors (easy escape route after the final bell), grab my pratically exploding backpack, and make my way through the doors of the school, carefully bracing myself for the much anticipated stench of smelly sneakers and containers of who knows what left in lockers over the break. Now I don't know about you, but a crowded hallway is not really my cup of tea. Having a swarm of disgruntled-half asleep teenagers bumping into you as you try to escape the crowds into the sanctuary of a classroom is one thing I could definetly live without. My first class was the dreaded M word. MATH. To say math isn't my forte is probably the understatement of the century. I couldn't care less what the value of x is and I have absolutely no intention of ever needing to use the quadratic formula in my everyday life. As luck would have it the class simply flew by, most likely because I wasn't really concious half the time... My second class of the day was law. Since I plan on becoming a lawyer someday, it was a necessity that I take the class, it isn't too bad except for the fact that half of the kids in it know more about the criminal system because of personal experience, rather than myself who learned everything out of the handy-dandy textbook. After a very brief lunch period I got to wash down my sandwhich with some terrific news from my biology teacher ; "Class, today we are going to be dissecting fetal pigs!" Those are probably the ten most dreaded words in the english language. It probably didn't help that he finished that sentence with "Grab any pig from the pail and get cutting!" either. So after 75 minutes of torturing a fetal pig, I finally got to call it quits and head on up to french class. You see, french class is the most terrifying class of the day. My french teacher, who shall remain nameless, is quite the unique character. Let me tell you, its very hard to concentrate on present-tense grammar when your teacher is making airplane noises and yelling at every car that passes outside the window. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, so after a long day of learning, I packed it in and headed on home.