So today was the start of a new semester for me. The only classes that changed were my advisory, and my theater changed to Art.

In advisory, I was mentally reciting random lines that were scattered in my subconscious, and somebody sitting near me started saying exactly what I was saying in my head. I started freaking out for some reason, and was trying to think of an excuse to get out of the class early because I was freaking out.

Sleep deprivation ftw.

'Art' fucking sucks. Within the first 20 minutes of class, she gave us some kind of formula to use, so we could write our names correctly.

It's an art class...teach us art, not math or literature.

I can tell she's going to be a bitch. I also sit next to some masculine douchebag who kept snickering at everything the teacher said.

We had to fill out these sheets, and one question was 'what is your name, and what would you like to be called.' I put Joe Ruane, and Salvatore Hankypants.

The teacher made the person sitting next to us read off of our sheet out-loud. When the person read off the bit about Salvatore Hankypants, the douche-kid sitting on the other side of me was like OMG WUT A FAG.
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