Man! Does my back hurt or what?
I officially hate all the stairs my school has, and all of it's second flight glory. And I hate how scattered my schedule is. Five minutes to run across campus? Hah. Yeah right. More like fly, and hope you don't run into freshmen that get lost.
I took pity on Lane, that poor kiddo and showed him to his class and was almost late to Spanish 2.
Lunch was weird. This freshman boy, who looked like a 7th grader was staring at me. Like no lie. Full on staring. Oh well.
First day was great. I like all of my classes. Too bad I can't elaborate too much, I have to squeeze this in. I should be cleaning the kitchen but oh well.
SCHOOL WASN'T TOO BAD.
The Caps seemed necessary. Yes.