We Are a Breed of Dirt

Ello comrades :)

It definitely has been a few days. I just really don't feel like typing much anymore.

Here's my breakdown, ight?

Well, it's here. Senior year. It's fine. I mean, aside from the hysteria of being 173 days away from pencil shavings and late night cramming, it's just like every other year.

I have Italian 2, which of you know me you know I failed Italian 1 last year.. So..

Then I have p.e. which is just a room of freshman, and a coach who constantly refers to himself as "the Dog". Yes. First day of school I heard him call himself that at least 10 times. Legit.

then I have English IV which is a class full of characters. Especially the kid who constantly dyes his hair, wears matrix like shades and showed us pictures of his squirrel named 'Tip-Top' on the first day of school. Oh! Along with a photo of him and his sister re-enacting a exorcism.

Again, too legit. My class before lunch is my favorite. Anatomy and Physiology. That teacher is nothing but a beautiful spirit. Enough said. Then lunch, with noone! Then Math, which is horrible. Like, vomit uncontrollably, horrible. Last is business technology which is as easy as it gets.

Thats school. See you later, cowboy.