school

There's a lot whirling around in my mind, but I will ignore it for now and write on less controversial topics.
Today was the first day of school. I woke up really late, and I was really tired. I thought about the fact that next week I will have to get up for seminary at 5:45 every morning, but the thought of it was just so depressing that I blocked it out of my mind.
First period was chemistry two. By the end of the period I was ready to go home. But I really love Mr. Shenkle. He's a horrible teacher, no one will deny that, but he's such an amazing guy that it almost makes up for it. I have heard, however, that chem 2 is really, really hard. I have Shauna, though. Although Mr. Shenkle made it a point today that he won't just "not notice" if Shauna and I somehow manage sitting together all year again. So my lab partner is Ty, who did math counts with me in middle school. He's nice. It could have been someone much worse, like Will or something.
I had to leave after ten minutes of AP government to go to math. Mrs. Lynd seems rather frightening. I've heard bad stories about her making students cry and such. The class is apparently very difficult as well, but I'll survive. I'm extremely interested in politics and government, whereas I was not that interested in US history, so I think that I'll be fine. I'll work hard. Teachers like that. Mrs. Lynd has a very dry sense of humor. We started out the class period talking about the comforting fact that cigarettes have 10% more nicotine in them now than they did when they first came out, and we debated whether that would make you want more cigarettes, or make you smoke 10% fewer.
I ran off to math and tried to get the lab done with Katie, but we didn't finish it in time, so she's going to have to finish it up for me. I really should probably be more concerned about whether Sarah turned in our lab last week or whether Katie has turned ours in today, but I'm not. I just had to rush off to get back to fourth period. While I was at math, I missed physics, but I talked to Mr. McCarthy before school and he gave me the papers. A physics teacher can't really complain about me missing Thursdays for multi-variable calc, which I am taking so I can be a physicist.
Fourth period was creative writing. It was an odd mixture of people, from Emily A., who is the cheerleader-student-council-preppy-type, to a bunch of emo kids, to a girl with a green mohawk and several body piercings whose jeans were covered in anarchy symbols. She also kept changing her name. Anyway, it should be an interesting class. Mr. Proctor is a bit frightening. He went on for a while about how he hated finding pubic hairs in bedsheets at hotels.
I ate lunch outside with Erin and Sean and the crowd, but it was really cold. It feels like fall out. I'm not looking forward to running tonight.
Fifth period was English. Mr. Pogreba is the raging liberal type who hates students that care too much about school and whose secret ambition is to knock out four point students from being valedictorian by giving them a B this semester, the last semester that counts. The only other person in the class besides me who is in the running is Laura. Hopefully Pogreba will focus his evil energy on her. Anyway, I kick at English. It's my best subject, so how can he give me a B? Also, Nick C. sat in front of me and informed me he's become an anarchist. He was reading The Federalist Papers. Sometimes that boy scares me. I honestly can't imagine why I went out on dates with him in ninth grade, as he is the 'all-theory-no-action' type that drives me crazy.
Sixth period was orchestra with all the freshmen, but Sean is also in it so I'll be okay. I'm playing viola. I also found out that I MADE ALL-STATE ORCHESTRA!! On cello! I didn't think I was going to make it. Cello is very competitive; it's hard to get in on cello. I'm rather amazed at myself if I must say so. In fact, because at that audition I played nowhere near how well I usually play, I would even venture to say I'm proud. Hopefully I won't get really sick and throw up like last year. I'm sad that I have to lose my vacation in October, but it will be fun with Siobhan and Erin and Shauna (Jo didn't make it...)
Seventh period was music theory. The green-mohawk-face-piercing girl from creative writing was back. Jill and Erin are in there with me too. It was actually the best class of the day. We had the same debate we had two years ago on the first day, about what music is. It was just as interesting now as then, and I felt more comfortable because the people were much easier to talk to than two years ago. I think if I work hard I can handle the AP test.

The problem with all of this was that the day was really LONG, and at the end of the day I felt like that was enough school for me, I'm done. I can't believe I have to do it over and over again for nine more months! I don't want to go back to anxiety and constant obsessing over my grades! People have no idea how hard school is with OCD/anxiety. Anyway, my classes seem like they will be alright, and I'm interested in all of them, I just don't want to go through another school year. I still haven't recovered from the last one.

I'm also emotionally extremely drained right now. My mind is going crazy. I don't want to write about it, but I'm so confused.

Well I need to go write "the first 200 words of my autobiography" for creative writing. I have no clue what I'll write. Maybe I'll find the autobiography I wrote a few years ago and use that.