What happened on the 19th of August 2004.
First, I woke up, and noted that I felt unusually tired. A minute later, when I had noticed the beeping alarm clock that had woken me up, it dawned on me. It was 6 AM, and this was the first full day of school of the semester. A deep, slow "uuuurgh" arose from the deepest recesses of my soul, and I got on my feet. "Ok, since when does it get this cold in the summer? WHEN?", I thought immediately... Never again will I leave my window open at night when I'm getting up early the next day. Next, anyway, I had breakfast. Kellogg's Corn Flakes (the original and best!) with milk and a touch of sugar, a sandwich or two, splendid. Next, I got all my stuff together. Pencil, phone, credit card, library card, keys, book (Livia, or, Buried Alive by Lawrence Durrell. Great stuff), things like that.
So, breakfast had been eaten, materials had been collected, and I noticed I still had a good 30 minutes before the bus would arrive. "O rly. Computar tiem."
Then, before I knew it, I was on the bus! I heard the constant, ever-present and never-ending chatter of other students, talking about all the stuff they had done and places they had gone during the summer. Having friends is overrated. After nearly falling asleep at least four times, the bus arrived at the school. No escapes routes left, marvelous. I went over to my locker, read through the Zero Wing intro written down on the inside of it (yuuuup), snickered a bit and checked the day's schedule. History, in three minutes, down two hallways and to the left. A nice walk. The teacher was arriving at and unlocking the classroom just as I was getting close, making me look stylish, as it should be. What did we learn during that hour-and-a-half? NOT ONE THING, THANKS GUY. God. The guy felt it was necessary to ramble on and on about study techniques... Yeah, we wouldn't have figured out any of that on our own, shithead. But oh well, he seems like a decent fellow anyway. Said he had an easy time remembering what his teachers told him back in high school if he sat doodling while they talked. It was his way of concentrating, he said. Somehow, he also reasoned that because of this, he'd let us do what ever the hell we wanted during his classes, as long as we're not snoring or fighting or anything.
Next up was Swedish/English.... Riiiiiiight. More study techniques, and this time some shit about what you need to be a successful student too. We discussed epic philosophical questions such as "do you need to love your teachers and classmates to get through school?".. But meh. If the gir's a Swedish/English teacher, I reason, she must have some mad skills when it comes to spelling and grammar in both languages, which is pretty rad.
After that, we had a ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-minute break, after which class and individual photos were taken. I was not made aware of this event, so I just looked normal on the pictures. Thanks, guys.
Then, more Swedish/English! I don't know why! But anyway, we had an actual assignment of sorts this time. We were to write a one-page paper on what we thought life would be like for us in 2015. Sheesh, what grade am I in here?
Oh yeah, then I found out that instead of having French classes this year, I'm getting Spanish, step 1! Which I did last year! NO COMMENT OK
Bus again, fell asleep for 15 minutes this time. Woke up by falling onto the floor as we stopped at the end station. Oh, and there were like 20 other people on the bus. They laughed, I said their moms were n00bs at CS. True story.
So, after a bit of a walk, a bit of a PM session and a bit of relaxation, I wrote this. Just to get to you.
Originally Posted by Ziegfried
