Tuesday, August 12, 2003

School.
Well, I'm back to school... for the last time. Thank God it's my senior year. My classes aren't bad, except for Nutrition and Wellness. Who knew a cooking class could be so boring? She talked about food poisoning and E. Coli and all that stuff that I already knew yesterday, and today we colored.

There's only 6 tables in there. I sat down at one table by myself, and first there comes the girl. The one who I talked to briefly in the library one day when I saw her at fanfiction.net, and referred her to my Inuyasha story (the one I now hate and wish to destroy.) Ever since she follows me around and talks to me. And this girl does not shut up. She never has anything worth listening to to say, but she talks just the same. Then a friend of an aquaintance sat down too, and her little buddies, and all they talked about all class period was drugs and sex.

Desperate, I searched other tables for signs of intelligent life forms, but there's the freshman girls' table, the freshman boys' table, a table with a couple of really profane guys, the preppy jerks table, and a table with a girl and guy couple who make dirty jokes all period.

I get a lot of drawing done in that class.

I don't mean to sound like a jerk, but I can't stand any of the people in that class. I hate vulgarity, and drugs to me just seem the most pointless things in the world. Of course, I haven't met any of the freshmen, but they're set in their little cliques and I don't think they'd be comfortable around me anyways. I don't think I'd have anything in common with them.

My Portfolio class makes up for it, though. Not only do I have my two best friends in there, there's a computer with Photoshop on it to play with, and two other people who are anime fans. And since my friends and I are the only people actually in Portfolio, (the class was so small they combined it with a photo class,) we're pretty much allowed to do what we want, as long as we do a few art assignments, which we get to choose anyways.
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