I walked into class today expecting the day, as usual, to drag on rather slowly for the seven hours I spend in that educational prison. Heh. Wrong. For the most part, my classes were the same, but those that did change... oh boy. Let's just say my schedule this semester kicks.
One, we're actually working on a worth-while project in art. Self-portrait. I irked at the word self. I can't draw people, let alone myself. But this is a painting and I can make it as abstract as I want so things are fine. Two, my whole little gang is in the same argumentation class, which I'm very excited about. I've wanted to take argumentation for a while now. Three, I'm a student assistant fifth hour, which means I copy papers and goof off the whole time. I was a little sad about switching my assistant job from sixth to fifth hour, a few friends of mine were also assistants that hour, however this brings me to four, I am to have a directed study for World History II sixth hour which means I can goof off and joke around with those same people all over again. Coolness.
Well, Im getting tired. And I was supposed to head over Lyndsays tonight, so maybe I will.