Teddy Frog

Why am I even awake at this hour? On a normal day, a normal summer day, I'd be asleep. Sound alseep until at least half an hour from now.

I don't like school.

I thought I was looking forward to it, but I opened the door of that lobby at 9:00 this morning and stepped into a sea of people that I can't stand to be around. I saw Sagen for about 5 minutes, Amanda, Eva, and Indy for a bit, and Katie more than I would have liked. I don't have classes with any them. I have one with Sammie, who I saw for a grand total of 2 seconds today, and lunch with almost everyone, and that's it. My Spanish class only has 3 other freshmen, which could either be a very good or a very bad situation. Sammie and I have plans for geography, but the teacher is creepy and the room is frighteningly sterile and white.

Here are my teachers, but their current discriptive nicknames.

Homeroom: Satan.

Biology: Pretty Young Blonde. Will most likely break down mid-year and freak out on us. She has a cute chihuahua, though.

Health: Floridian Car Dealer Man. He has a hint of a salt-and-pepper mullet.

Lunch: (Breakfast.)

Lit: Most Promising of All Teachers Man. He's friends with Dance Teacher Josh and wife Stephanie. I like him already.

Algebra 2: Miami Platforms Woman. Very tan, very young, probably very loud. She seems ok.

Geograhpy: Scary Eye Dude. Ack. In the words of Carson, this place screams women's correctional facility. It's out in the "cottages."

Spanish 2: Over-Enthusiastic I-Wish-I-Had-Her-Skin Lady. I don't think she stopped her spiel long enough to breathe.

That makes 3 20-or-30-something-year-old female teachers, one nice young-ish man, and 3 scary old men. They're not scary because they're old men. They're just scary.

Indy brought me a glass frog from Tybee Island. I named him Ted. He's smiling at me.

2003-08-07 @ 1:09 p.m.

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