Don't Scream So Loud. It Will Make You Bleed.

I have created a new blog.

dayscares.blogspot.com

this does not replace the blog I have now, I just got bored and made another one.

Something funny is happening with the layout on it, so be patient with me as I try to figure that out.

Fairy dust makes my hair magic.

First, I would like to begin by stating that I need to be asleep. I always post a blog when I should be asleep.

School started yesterday. I feel like it has already been two weeks. There is so much reading. Who knew?! Secondary Ed in English? Reading? Really???? Kidding. Of course. But really, there is a crap-ton of reading in the first two days. I only complain because I have yet to receive my books in the mail (my fault). There are threats of quizzes for tomorrow. I am almost worried.

So let's talk about my teachers, shall we? On Monday I started things off with American Literature 1. The professor for this class is young, and his inflections are ridiculous. I can tell he is making his voice slightly deeper than he should, and he pauses at the oddest moments in his sentences. I was in that class for maybe 20 minutes and I can already tell that I may have issues not being distracted by his funny voice and speaking quirks.

Second class of the day would be EN 300 = English Studies = Could be awesome, but I have my doubts. Again with the teacher. Male, stranger than the first. He came in with a suit that had a tie which was just little too short, and a plaid scarf...oh excuse me, it was suit on the top half, faded jeans on the bottom half, and no, not the "cool" faded jeans. He has a lisp, a very dominant lisp. He is young, maybe 29. He has a girlfriend, and about to have a baby, only not with his girlfriend. So that's nice. He uses phrases and words such as "what have you", and "proverbial". Normally I wouldn't care, but there is something that just strikes me as abnormal about him.

Third class was Journalism. I have to keep up with the news? Really? balls.

The teacher is female, and had the confidence of a peanut. Which, if you know a peanut, you know..not much at all. Very quivery voice.

Then I had work. Book rush may actually kill me. So many people. So many credit cards, checks, cashes (Is that a word? Did I use it correctly? Oh screw it, you know I don't care).

Then comes the fourth class of the day. This teacher is female. She yells. She has the potential of being very cool, or super bitch. She is really riding the line with me.

We had a fight about the word "fagot". I wanted to jump up and scream it at someone. Don't tell me not to say something. It is indeed a free country and YOU told me not say it in the worst possible way. You were bossy, that wasn't very smart on your part. You don't know me yet, but you will learn to fear me...or at least...not tell me what to do...as much....on Wednesdays....

I just feel she shouldn't have started drama the first night the class met, but hey, her choice.

So there are my classes so far. My only education class was this morning, and the teacher didn't show up...so way to be a leader dude. Unless you were in an accident, then I am just going to feel like a donkey.

Do you want to hear about how I have embarrassed myself since I got back Sunday night? Ok, I thought you would!

I was moving in Sunday night and I decided to carry way too much stuff. Never a good plan, but it was working for me, until some guys pulls out of his parking space. I was afraid he didn't see me so I stopped, kind of got off balance and stepped over, just one side-step to steady myself. It was fine until I realized we was waiting on me to go. Then calamity struck. That one little side-step moved my foot right into a curb that I didn't know was there until I began to propel myself forward. Oh my ignorance. I half way fell (I was carrying a TON of stuff)...I somehow caught myself but managed to do it in the most ridiculous looking way, all while this dudes headlights shown upon my glorious grace. It gets better, I dropped one of the things that was on the top of my pile. I didn't notice. Who did you may ask? The dude in the car. He got out, got my coat, and then had to chase me down to get it. He also sat outside the dorm in his car while I took four more loads upstairs. Nice.

Last night my roommate and I went shopping. As were leaving our room, so were three boys that live on our hall (one was particularly nice looking). The cute one asked us how we were doing. We were fine of course. We took the stairs. So did they. I was wearing flip flops. I get all the way down the stairs successfully!! Megan however, tripped in the way out the door to the bottom floor. In my attempt to not fall over her I bunny hop into a hole in the floor. Small hole, it just got my foot, but still... Guys behind us laugh "are you ok??" more laughs. Me, in a voice that suddenly got high and squeaky "I'm fine!". I run away.

Today, a guy stopped and asked me for advice about text books as I was going into work. He was really nice. He asked what my name was. He shook my hand. He was really nice.

That wasn't embarrassing, I just had to share it. Ok. I am going to stop now. 5:50 am and the rec center are coming on way too fast.