overwhelmed.

Is it bad that I'm already feeling stressed about school, and I've only been to three days of it so far?

I've got five homework assignments, and so far, I have chewed my way through three of them. The remaining two are essays, so I'm not incredibly worried.

I guess I could give you a class analysis/breakdown/report/update?

First hour, I have AP Spanish V with Señora Kirkconnell. From the handful of times I've attended her class, I can already tell that it's going to be a little bit difficult and a lot of fun. The class is actually taught primarily in Spanish. We've used very little English thusfar, and we've only had one official day of real class. Sadly, this detail is what's making two of my near and dear friends quit AP Spanish. LOSERS. We took a placement test to see how our Spanish skills are doing, and I'm embarrassed to say that I was quite rusty after the summer, and probably bombed the practise test. I couldn't remember the difference between the indicative and the infinitive; that was pretty much my only big trip-up. That, and not remembering how to conjugate "ser" or "salir"...I hate -ir and -er verbs! But I am definitely looking forward to learning more Spanish. I can definitely increase my fluency if I work hard enough; I've been listening to the prescribed Spanish podcasts on iTunes most of the morning, and I'm pleased to say that I've been catching on!

Second hour, I have Human Behaviours and Disorders with Mr. England. First of all, I really like Mr. England. His sense of humour is dry, but blunt. I think he's hilarious. He's the kind of guy who'll tell you straight up if he doesn't give a damn about something. And he has told us this. Multiple times. The fun of this class is enhanced by how easy/interesting it's going to be, and by the two guyfriends I have in my class. We spent our entire first day talking to Mr. England about our future plans and our goals and dreams. It was neat to hear what kinds of different career paths my peers will be taking. I'm looking forward to a very amusing year...full of Mr. England's military stories, medical stories, and personal stories about his cat.

Third hour, I have AP English IV with Mr. Davis. It seems as though all of my male teachers have their own distinct sense of humour. I can't really describe Mr. Davis's. I'm happy to say that he is a known-to-be-difficult grader, as far as essays go. I'm extremely pleased to hear that English will be a challenge. The amount of growth that takes place when one is challenged is...phenomenal. So far, all we've done is talk about writing good college essays and read One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, a very odd book that I'm thoroughly enjoying.

Fourth hour, I have AP Government and Politics with Mr. McElroy. He's got that kind of humour that makes him backtrack, sidetrack, uptrack, and pretty much derail off the track. He's amusing to listen to, because he speaks his mind and seemingly improvs everything he says. I think the otherwise boring material we'll be learning about will be made fascinating just because of the way he presents it. Oh, and did I mention he puts disco music on between classes, so we walk in to some crazy old music? I saw him bust a move once...needless to say, that barmy old codger has earned a shred of my utmost respect.

Fifth hour, I have AP Statistics with Coach Mayer. His sense of humour and mine are incredibly similar. He's the type of person who would tell you to your face (jokingly) to shut up because you're making his life more difficult. So far, I've notised that he is very birdlike in his movements; he kind of bobs his head when he speaks, and he turns it sharply when he looks around. That, combined with the fact that he's tall and has a pointy nose, makes me think of a bird. Not sure what breed, but definitely avian. What pleases me even MORE is that I'm really truly enjoying Statistics. Love it. It makes PERFECT sense to me. I can SEE and MANIPULATE and COLLECT and INTERPRET actual data. What I love about it is that it's real, applicable, and solid math. There's none of this gay Calculus crap, with formulas created to explain dimensions and concepts that don't exist in the real world. When am I EVER going to find the derivative of something? Hmmm...never? When am I EVER going to need to interpret a complicated graph? Hmmm...ALWAYS? Statistics makes so much sense, and I love my class, with the exception of two incredibly vain, annoying dance team girls who sit irritatingly in front of me.

Sixth hour, I have Human Relations with Mrs. Lumpkin. This is the only class I don't enjoy yet. It seems like it's going to be very boring. It's not necessarily the material that I think will bother me; it's the teacher. She seems like a sweet little lady with nothing mean to say, but at the same time, she can't raise her voice (you can barely hear her), she is incredibly conservative (politically and socially), she is very domestic (I can't imagine her standing up for herself), she is entirely old-fashioned (not the strong, independent, fierce American woman I envision myself becoming), and she majored in Home Economics (I'm sorry, but WTF?). I don't think our personalities will mesh very well, though she seems kind. I have a mixture of interesting people in my class, who I think feel the same way I do about her, and I think my class will be particularly hard for her to handle.

Seventh and eighth hour are, of course, my apprenticeship class periods, and we all know I hate my job and the people I work with, so there's nothing left to be said in THAT regard.

Today, I have finished all but one homework assignment, I have taken a three-hour nap, I have vacuumed the entire first floor, and I have successfully avoided taking a shower. I feel gross, and am really sick, but I don't think I can take another moment at this bloody computer. I need to get up and move a little bit. My joints hurt from racquetball last night, and my muscles are complaining bitterly, but this screen is burning my eyes. I have these horrible bruise-like shades under my eyes, and I can't help but worry about them...I have been sleeping horribly for the past week or so. My dreams are plagued with nightmares. I really need some sunshine, but I hate the outdoors. I feel lonely and distant from people, but I know that's by choice. I need a break from life. I need to sleep for at least a year.

Why don't humans hibernate?