8/31/11
Senior year is upon me and the endless nights of easy homework are on there way. I happened to have signed up for the easiest classes ESHS had to offer. BUT, to my surprise I was thrown into classes I purposely had not sign up for. Algebra 2 and Spanish 3. I barely passed the previous Spanish and math class that once again, my counselor pushed my ass into. Call her psychotic? Amen.
I showed up extremely late to registration this year, hoping for no run ins with my immature, drug addict classmates. It was a breeze. No lines. No people. I didn't get my ID because the machine broke but who cares? I have to get a new one anyways. I picked up my wrong classes, waited thirty minutes for the counselor, and then found my locker. It's perfect. On the end of the hallway, top locker, and no KATIE TRAN! This is the day I've been waiting for. I finally don't have to deal with her Asian antics of pushing me off the locker stage. Jerk.
I can say today was fun with my bestfriend, Arianna, who drove us around today. Honestly, driving around with her...in a CAR, was strange. Suddenly, my younger best friend accomplished the task I've been dying to achieve. But, I can also say, running away from the scary black man was by far the most exciting point of my day.
Count down to Senior Year: 1 week, 7 days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, and 604,800 seconds.
Shet.
