school, first day

Our classes were 17 minutes because we went from 12:35 to 2:40 cos of frosh orientation before that. So. My boots did eventually kill my feet (and I even have insoles for them!) but it's the second day I've worn them, I think they just need to be worn in. And I wore dark blue jeans and black and white belt and t-shirt: The Madness of Mission Six, the spooky Pacman one. I think some kid complimented me on it, but we were leaving class and I think he said my name and then 'nice shirt' but I couldn't really hear him. Oh well. Anyway. Quick reviews/thoughts about classes:
1st hour: Digitools/Micro Computer Applications with Mr. Kelly. We're doing computer stuff, typing, Word, and Powerpoints. Sounds easy but boring. Hoping to show up. Mr. Kelly seems alright but boring.
2nd hour: WA Gov./US Gov. with Mr. Cowdrey. He had a cool 'intro' thing on the screen, and at the end it said "42 IS THE ANSWER" and he asked if anyone knew what that meant. I was like, uh duh, and he was like, yess. Cool guy.
3rd hour: German 1 with Frau Hays. I took two years of French with Mrs Hays, she's very nice and a good teacher. Before class, she was like, so you decided to take a year of German as a senior? I was like, yeah and I missed you, so. My brother Blake is in this class, which is weird, but okay.
4th hour: Choir with Mr. Legg. Why did I join choir? Not sure. There are 50 people in that class. Grr. If I switch out of any classes, this'd be the one.
5th hour: Foods/Nutrition with Mrs. Romesburg. Bit of backstory here: in my freshmen year, I had Romesburg for Personal Choices, a very reduntant and pointless class. Also, it was first hour. So I was late most of the time and when I was there, I was snarky and mean and loud and joking. She doesn't like me. AND then in the Clarkston Courier, I wrote something about her (cos she ASKED (well I wrote things about other teachers, too)) and she verily got all pissed about it and so when I walked in today, she said, "ah I see we have a writer in our midst." and then something along the lines of 'how dare you', but whatever. It's only a semester class, I do love to cook, it's kind of fun to have a nemesis, and there's a girl with blue hair who was nice to me so that was pretty fun.
6th hour: Brit Lit with Mr Piper. I hear great things about Piper. He's pretty cool. Apparently, we are doing 3 essays in this class. omg. In the AP classes I've been in, we've done like, 2 or 3 a month. Madness. However, we are reading Dickens. DAMNIT.

And then I went into Frazier's class and me and Heather showed her the Very Potter Musical and she mocked us for knowing the lyrics. Ah well.
I am going to find something on TV, take my boots off, make myself a creamsicle drink and start knitting my DW scarf. (the needles came and holy shit, they are gorgeous.)