My head itches.

So the new semester of the school year is going to suck. I still have Mr. Fullington for English, because it's an AP class and AP is a year round course. Which normally would be an awesome thing. Mr. Fullington is an amazing teacher, and I love him to pieces. But Alex isn't in the class with me, and in comparison with last semester, this semester is shit JUST because of the fact that we do not have English together. Add that with the fact that Journalism is going to suck because the class is SLAM PACKED FULL with freshman and sophomores, and I'm ready to just drop out now.

Seriously. The class has 3 upper classmen. Lauren and myself are the only two seniors in the bunch, and there is one poor junior in the class as well. We sit in assigned seats, and have to write journal entries EVERYDAY. The only thing enjoyable about the class is that fact that for 30 minutes out of the hour and forty five minutes we have of class we get to read the citizen times. I read a HILARIOUS article today about two heroin addicts in New York. Apparently their friend died, and they knew that he had a welfare check in, and they also knew that they couldn't cash it without him there. So they threw a jacket over his bottom half (unclothed) body, and wheeled him down 5 blocks in a computer chair. Amazing.

The only class I enjoy out of my entire 2nd semester is Chorus (duh!). We are FINALLY back in madrigals, and are getting down to serious business. Festival is in 8 weeks. SOLO ensemble, which I am doing this year, is in 2 weeks. Mr. Johnson hasn't told me what my solo is going to be yet, and I have 2 weeks to get it down PERFECTLY before I have to perform it in front of the judges. If I BREATHE wrong they will count off on me. Perfect. I have that class with Alex and Lauren and Collete, thank the Gods, and they keep me sane and smiling.

Math. I detest math. Especially Advanced Functions and Modeling. Which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that I have Mrs. Richards, and she is possibly the worst teacher I have ever met in my life. Sure, she's nice enough. But can she teach? Can she explain things in such a way that the class "gets" what she's trying to make us comprehend? No. Not at all. Not to mention that every time I walk in there I think about Daylon. It's weird and makes me feel unclean. Ew.

I got a cute little puppy carrier for Ophelia through this website at work. It was free and absolutely adorable, and I can't wait to pretend like I'm Paris Hilton and walk downtown with her by my side. Not really. I hate Paris Hilton. But the carrier is adorable (pink with white polka dots) and she wont quit trying to climb into it. Pictures soon probably.

I filled in for Luke at work tonight, and had to work with Jennifer and Jo again. That blowed. But I realized just how much I am trusted there. Jennifer gave me the keys to the cash office to go get money out of the safe, not an hour after talking about how she didn't want anyone back there anymore besides people over 18 in CSA who ABSOLUTELY needed to be back there.

Hooray.

Evan's still at work (poohead), and my feet are freezing, so I'm going to cuddle up with Ophelia until he calls or texts me.

Ta Ta, for now.

-Stef