The first day of school.

First period, English.
-I shouldn't worry so much.

Second period, Math Analysis.
-haha, glad for a funny teacher. Relieves the hard work. but am I told that tomorrow the seating chart is based on where you chose to sit by? Who am I to sit by when all have already chosen their seats? I am saddened.

Third period, Euro AP.
-I'm worrying about attendance. What if choir takes up days of this? I'M READY

Fourth period, Dance.
-Seeing that racquet sports was in the same period, I instantly felt the urge to change to that. And after being in the dance room, I really desired to get out of dance into racquet sports. I don't think I can live a year in that cold, dark room. I'd long so much for outside air and more challenge and more fun. ohhh...

Fifth period, Choir.
-I looked beside me, and Azzedine wasn't there anymore, like last year. I feel so, young in this choir. There aren't so many sophomores and I long for Treble Choir, its largeness, its familiarity.

Sixth period, French.
-I see Sonia, and I feel like breaking into tears of gladness. Last year she had been my schedule buddy, in every single of my classes. Walking to classes together, staying up doing allnighters together. This is the only class I have with her now, and I am very grateful. She has gotten skinnier over the summer; she has accomplished what she told me was her goal. x] Yet in the seat chart, I am seated in the far corner of the room because of my last name, and I feel out of it. I can hear Monsieur DeShan talking so distinctly in the other room and I laugh at the thought of what the kids in his class were thinking. I had been so excited last year.

My first day was not so good. Not so good. I can't wait until lunch tomorrow. A period I have with my friends. :]