And so school begins......again

I'm not going to talk about new years ever, or the events that directly proceeded it. All that needs to be discussed about that is that I'm okay now, I'm staying with my mom for the time being, I probably have a new house to move into next week, and I'm 100% sober for the time being.

Now that's all out of the way.

I'm back in school!!!! Classes started today. I am slowly but surely beginning to see the outline of the finish line which is exciting. I still have time til its done, but its oh so much closer.

My classes this semester:

Child and Family Development
Art History II (modern art and architecture)
Social Problems
The profession of Social Work
Life in the Universe

15 credits, I should be able to handle this, no math! Should be fine! No labs, should be fine!

The events of the day:

-I woke up at 7:30am. WHAT? I haven't woken up that early in so long, good lord it was crazy!

-i ate breakfast! WHAT? oh yeah I eat breakfast now, balanced and nutritious

-go to first class, am deeply satisfied that the professor is organized and proficient, am a little distraught that there are 400 freaking people in the class, however I make friends with the girl next to me. I decide that it'll probably be a good one

-I book it down to the new art school. Holy crap the new art school is beautiful! Modern! I'm blown away however i forgot to write the room number down in my planner and am praying that all the people waiting in the atrium are waiting for the same class. I look at this one girl who makes eye contact with me smile and ask if the group is waiting for art his 2400, she just blankly looks at me as if I came from the planet mars. I figure she must be deaf or doesn't understand english and ask someone else, I then hear first girl twittering and giggling and saying to her sorostitute friend in english, " Oh my god, did you see that girls SCARF. I mean Really?' HOLD UP. Okay first of all, I may not look like your average white or black or whatever 20 something year old, I have a very unique style but I do not look like a freak, I look damn good. Second of all YOU ARE IN THE ART SCHOOL!!!! HELLO! PEOPLE LOOK WIERD IN THE ART SCHOOL ITS CALLED ARTISTIC EXPRESSION!!!! Sorry I do not have a signature very bradley bag, or highlights, but do not be making fun of me in front of me.
I guess another one to plop into the mediocre pile. Good luck in the real world honey, your gonna need it, your cliqueishness and snobbery only take you so far. You're going to wonder where your so called friends your trying to impress are when you really need them. I learned that lesson real quick in high school. (not all of them, the ones that matter I'm still in contact with in some form). UGH! I hate having to feel sorry for people. Maybe I should pray for her, that she realizes that there's more to life then how you look, and that she develops a warm heart and gets over her deep insecurities. Not to mention, my scarf rules.

- I'm glad I sort of remember where everything is on campus

- there are a lot of blondes here

- there are some HOT boys this semester. Wow. I mean woah, where in the heck have they been hiding, y'all need to stroll on over to my side of town.

- I got the last free new york times! woooo!

- I feel really good

That's it in a nutshell, I feel on top of things, I feel clearheaded and good, I still have some kinks in my conciousness to work out but that takes time.

Viva la School!