First day of school

Today was long. Let me start from the very beginning.

Well, last night I went shopping for some new notebooks and a new bag big enough to carry my school stuff, then I went over to my Grandma's house to sleep over. Her house is just a few minutes from the school, and I have an eight o'clock class on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Last night I had a really bad dream about home invaders or something and it was scary. So that alone made me tired today because I couldn't have slept very well. A bad dream leaves smudges on your day.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning. I really didn't need that much time to get ready but I was nervous. So I had some breakfast, showered and got ready to go.

I was very early. I sat in the hall on one of those benches with a bunch of other people who were waiting for the same class. It was awkward, and most people texted or something. (I have noticed at school that whenever anyone sits down to wait, they immedietely pull out their phone and look at it intently. I also must confess something very silly. Usually when this happens I am the only person not texting, so I get out my phone anyway and just watch the time on it.)

So we had that class finally, (English 102) and it was good. I liked the teacher. Then I went to Intro to Literature, which was also good, but a little more scary. I think I'm really going to like it, I'm just anticipating a lot of homework.

After a lunch break I came back and there was no place to park. I had to parallel park in a tiny little space behind a truck. I did better than I expected. It only took me two tries.

Next was Creative Writing. This class was not what I expected. The teacher is very relaxed, and he gives easy grades, and there will be a lot of class discussions. He gave us guidelines for the type of pieces he wants us to turn in, but no restrictions, and we can kind of decide what we write and when we turn it in. He wants 8 poems and two short stories by the end of the semester. Or you can substitute some of the poems for more short stories. Or instead of a short story you can write a screenplay. Or you can just write 10 poems and no stories.
See what I mean? It's very flexible. I guess that's a good thing, but I like structured classes better. I like to know exactly what I'm expected to do, and when I'm supposed to do them by. And I really like having my work graded. This teacher is going to give you a good grade as long as you try hard.
I suppose I will get used to it, and I'll probably love it, but it's not what I thought it was going to be.

So, after all this, I had to wait and go to the orthodontist.

I am so tired.

But I'm glad school has started. : )

~Jane~