Thhhhhhhhhhh...

The other day...I was RACED DRAMATICALLY AND ILLEGALLY by a GIANT van (the kinds that hold multiple wheelchairs)...to reach...a stop sign. I drive a tiny shoe lace of a car. Just to make that mental picture as clear as possible. The said van cut across an ENTIRE parking lot, plowing WILDLY in pursuit of stealing my number in line at the stop sign ahead. Only one word for that folks: WOW.
It's been a few days, huh! School is going good. I am enjoying classes more and more (especially ceramics) and I'd say...really everything is going awesome...(minus the tiny incident of CHAOTIC FLIPPING OUT that ensued in my sociology class. In the words of...someone in history...calm down. CALM THE HECK DOWN. And no. It was not moi that did the flipping out. It was an unmentioned classmate. Hopefully THEY will chill the heck out by tomorrow. Please?)
The strangest thing about being in school again is the homework. I actually ENJOY doing homework. I ENJOY math class. It's like the biggest oxymoron in the world. Because me and math are an oxymoron. But the more I'm thinking about it, that might just be inaccurate. I made a great discovery the other day: I have never (I repeat, NEVER) had a math teacher. Let me explain: ALL of high school and junior high, I had the unfortunate position of being in oddball math. And by oddball math, I mean every other student in my grade was either in higher or lower math. Meaning I was LITERALLY the only person in my level of math. Sooooooooo...this basically resulted in me being shuffled to the back of some other class where I sat and did my work by myself, helped my best friend with her year-ahead-of-me work, and the last 10 minutes of their class, the teacher would "check on me" by saying "Do you get everything?" And that was that. That was pretty much the extent of my mathematical educational career. Pretty awesome, I know. So in short...this math class is my first REAL math class...where I can participate knowing that the work is MY level and asking a question isn't disrupting another class. Yes, I realized that was a long drawn out and pointless explanation. You love it.
So. In conclusion, me and math is not an oxymoron...because as it turns out, I'm not too horrible at math and it took how many years for me to find this out??
Okay I'm out. And I do still intend on writing about a certain book or series of books that have me staying up late at night.

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