So, of course I get yelled at (something about my hemp necklace being inappropriate, but I told them it's what the Indians wore and I was just being cultural). We got a shit load of homework, too! And only on the first day (we saw Paris in Flames). There's Algebra, Spanish, Writing, and Literature/Writing homework thing going on here - I do NOT understand this . . . Why homework? It makes no sense what-so-ever. And we got new lunch tables and they look like absolute shit. Honestly, plus the chairs don't even match . . so . . . ? One more thing . . . I still haven't got my CAT/Terra Nova Tests score! What is this?!
"What do you want in a relationship? I don't care, as long as I'm dating a Band Member, Baseball Player, Businessman, or Navy Officer."