Surgical Words

So, end of the first week. I like my classes, etc., etc., you all know this bit.

I need to further cultivate my movie idea this year. There’s something there.

I guess it’s okay to be alone. It’s not the same, though.

It feels odd to not see my friends as much as last year — I think we’ll have to get together outside of school more often this year.

Sometimes I worry the only way I can feel anymore is by writing. Probably not a legitimate concern, but still.

Today was the second day of school for those of us here in the infinitely underfunded school district of Greenville. That being said, it was a bit better than yesterday — saw more friends, knew my classes, knew my combination, fleshed out which teachers let you get away with what, and figured out (mostly) when the hell I am supposed to go to my locker.

Both yesterday as well as today were rainy in the afternoon. I hope you’ve noticed, Rachel. On that note, I should talk to you because I miss you (even though I’m not technically supposed to miss you anymore. Touché.)

Having math last period looks as if it shall suck. I stared at the factoring problems on the diagnostic quiz for a very long time. I’m not as wild about my new English teacher as Mrs. Westbrook — Mrs. Westbrook made you love English class.

Sarah has moved, as I dejectedly pointed out as a possibility many entries back, to the governor’s school. Oddly, I dreamed about her two nights ago — it’s rare I can remember specific people in my dreams. Oh well.

I need to do more things with friends this year. I feel a little stifled after summer.

My sister leaves tomorrow morning — sigh. It was fun while she was here, though.

I keep waking up.

I feel like an animation.