back to school, back to school, to prove to dad i'm not a fool

::sigh:: ok so i woke up extroardinarily early this morning(5:45) because i forgot to take my socks off before i went to bed last night. i think Our Lady Peace has a new song, if i heard correctly in my sleepless haze. today is day 1, semester 2 of my Moody High School experience(just to clear it up, i'm in 11th grade..that made me sound like a freshman). my schedule goes as follows:1)algebra 2 w/trig, 2)myths and fables, 3)journalism, 4)spanish 3(wtf, they dont even offer that class and put me in there). yea...HELP! don't let the 3 electives fool you! i suck at math, i havent had spanish since 9th grade(not to mention that was the biggest slacker class i've ever participated in), and i dont know where the puck the jounalism room is- seeing as its in the gym(somewhere). and to think, i was almost excited about skool starting back just so i'd have something to do...then i remembered i dont like about 90% of the other students...and we all know who else is going to be there(parking space numero tres)...yea...well say a little prayer for me as i return today to that big popularity contest some like to call high school. i'm sure i'll have an interesting story or two later today...