First off, I’m going to give all my teachers pretend names, for their sakes.
My teacher in the morning for my major class is so freaking awesome. She just is. (Let’s call her Mindy, just because we can.) She said she’s taught her class like twenty times or something, and I could tell, because she was so comfortable and nice that it just felt good to be there. She’s a little sarcastic and funny—reminding me a little of my character from m book series, whose name is Lindsay Murray, which if you remember my major is Criminal Justice and my character is a secret agent, is just a little freakish—and has some seriously awesome stories to tell. And she has us write opinion papers—which I love—and y’all know by now that I have some opinions to share ;)
My second teacher on Mondays is cool. (We’ll call him Ted.) He’s a computer teacher, and the class has to do with Ethics and computers or something. I don’t remember the actual name of the class. It sounds interesting, but then I really have no idea whatsoever what I’m in for. I was put in this class, so I figured God wanted me in that class. So I’m staying in it… unless I get some seriously horrible grades, and then I’ll drop. But even though I suck at debates and that’s one of the main aspects… I think I’ll be ok. I know how to study… but then all of you who were remembering my last term at Craven know that I obviously don’t study Statistics very well, aren’t you.
Don’t hold it against me, please!!
While I”m at it, I’ll show you some amazing images… THIS IS THE LIBRARY! OMILOLLIPOP!
click for bigger pics :)
so that’s it for now…
one more thing.
the showers here are nasty. i’m gonna shower in the gym locker room from now on (which, btw, is beautiful just like the gym is!).
ew. just ew.