Benjamin Franklin Can Suck It.

Today was the first day of summer classes, and lets say my course load is looking pretty crazy.

American Lit is not as fun as i thought it would be, after a embarassing "lets introduce each other" Q & A, I was a little disappointed to learnt that i would be spending the majority of summer school struggling with boring readings by our founding fathers.

Listen i love Benjamin Franklin like everyone else, but i really cannot comprehend reading +50 pages of yadda. I literally spent the last 2 hours staring at a big ass book, almost drooling from boredom at the words before me. What the F*ck are we reading Benjamin Franklin for anyway. Sure he's American, sure he's an important figure, but come on..he's not the ONLY American who has written a book.

My class is really small, only 14 of us, 2 of whom are boys. I usually find a boy in my English class to crush on from a distance, so i have a reason to come everyday. Unfortunately the 2 boys in my class are A) a heavy set biker, with several painful looking piercings and tattoos. His head is shaved except for a small braided piece of hair that falls past his neck. Along with the rat tail, he has a long pointed beard, to cover his missing front teeth. Obviously not crush worthy, I'm just not into the whole biker toothless thing.

B)The other boy...Oh the other boy talks like Mickey Mouse. His name is Clayton, he wore shorts with sandals and socks. Did i mention that he talks like Mickey Mouse, i thought i had joined Kids Incorporated every time he spoke. He was uber nice though, in that cartoon kind of way.

Even my crushing options are pretty slim.

My teacher is also a little odd. She sounds surprised by everything, which can be grating. She also expects us to talk in class, which i suck at, but now have no choice because participation is taken in to account in our grades.

After the embarrassing "Lets introduce ourselves with the game 2 lies and a truth" moment and feeling like everyone thought i was a criminal( Lets just say 911 + a curious me in kindergarten= a call that i regret making, but one that I have never done since. I was in kindergarten for goodness sakes, it's not like i KILLED anybody...sorry i got a little carried away), i became a little reluctant to speak in class, except when she called on me.

It was the longest 2 hours and 15 minutes of my life, and as soon as it was over i think i may have ran out of there, into an elevator where i had the strangest conversation with a hot dude. I felt we had crossed Elevator Etiquette by discussing such a banal topic like the weather.

So after escaping the cutie in the elevator and his weather conversation, i sat in a corner and "tried" to read the readings for tomorrow. I only ended up skipping the whole "reading" thing and played in the computer lab until History started.

So far History is way cool. There is 65 people, a handful of boys to daydream about, and not that much talking unless we generally have a question.

Summer school is going to be a tad harder than i thought.

I also met my roommates for the first time yesterday. Since i have learned my lesson(some what) from freshman year, i will not say anything bad about them...

Except

They are pretty snotty.

Enough said.