Well.
Yesterday I went to something at the high school I'll be at starting Tuesday. They called it an ice cream social.
Just ponder that for a minute. What?
STOP TACKING FANCY NAMES ONTO THINGS.
Okay, sorry. I'll continue now.
The only reason I went was that we were getting our schedules.
So.
I went to the "student center" (aka cafeteria for normal folk like you and me) and stood in line for like ten minutes to get the schedule. I got it, and it looked like this:
A block: Directed Study
B block: Directed Study
C block: Directed Study
ETC.
I looked at it for about a minute and finally thought, "That can't be right..."
And then I had to go to the office and get it sorted out and I missed the looking around the school and getting a tour and whatever. Take a moment to pity me.
...
Thank you.
So after that I went back to the cafeteria for a Schedule Comparison Fest and various processed sweet frozen stuff. Processed sweet frozen stuff happens to be delicious, which made it a little less irritating that almost none of my friends are in my classes.
After looking at my schedule just now I've decided that the schedule times make absolutely no sense. I may be vastly confused for the first month or so, hmm...
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