So yeah. School started. Fun C= Kinda not really. I at least got three classes with one best friend and my locker is real close to another best friend and her brother. And I like my classes. They're gonna be challenging but fun. And I have at least one friend in each class except English. Can you say cool beans? I can.

1st hour: Spanish 2. My teacher seems like she's gonna be so amazing. She's funny and crazy and I love spanish. good hour C=
2nd hour: Honors Chemistry. Teacher's pretty good but says honors a lot. My best friend lost count. I lost got at 10 within the first ten minutes. I actually forgot to keep counting C= And I hear Chemistry is junior level? Count: 1
3rd hour: AP US History. My sister had the teacher and loved her. But haha. I'm in a sophmore in what's apparently a junior level class. Count: 2
4th hour: Integrated 3 Math. Teacher kinda creeps me out. Another junior level. I skipped 6th grade math. Count: 3
5th hour: Symphonic band. It's our band instructor. Not much to say about her really. You see, you can;t get the real essence of my band director unless you knew my band director. I play Trombone by the way. Yeah. I'm a beast.
6th hour: Honors English 10. My teachers name was like, impossible pronounce at first because, well, I'm a dork. But she seems nice. She's traveled a lot. 27 and she's been to 21 different countries. Wow huh?
Oh, and yeah. All my teachers are girls. Kinda upset about that. Not too much but I always like guy teachers. All of my favorite teachers were guys. And not because they were cute or anything. They were all old. Well one was like forties but the other two were old.

Extracurricular? Marching Band. And when it starts, Science Olympiad. And if I can, INKlusive Underground, aka writing club.

Well know you know a bunch of useless facts. YAY! And the useless stuff is usually what you remember most like when I went to ths over night thing with the first best friend I mentioned, I remember this guy's birthday was in October, I believe October 27th, his favorite color was green and he was a pepsi guy. But I can't remember his name. I couldn't talk to him because I didn't know his name. I mean I couldn't shout HEY PEPSI GUY! But of course I could've just been like, hey, what's your name like I usually do. But he was a stranger and mommy always said not to talk to strangers. Actually I didn't want to talk to him. I'm not good with people.