Excerpts from a letter:

"The first week of school has been far more tiring than I thought. Instead of the usual three days to get settled into our classes, after the first introductory day we hit the ground running. I don't think the new teachers were quite as prepared for the sudden pace, but they seemed to fair well on their toes.

Karen and I have NO lunches together this year, and that's all sorts of damnbitchassmotherfuckingcounsellors, but at least we get to take a class together (Prob. Stats H.). I'm hoping that at some point, while the higher-ups are still shuffling people around, that they'll change the lunch assignments around so we'll have at least one lunch together."

"Today I found out that one of my friends (Emily) had my Even Day lunch so we sat at this table where I was in a perfect position to oogle these two other guys while we looked through her digital camera at the pics she took when she went to visit all her friends in California (including the one that I've been talking to online and want up against a wall in a secluded hallway somewhere). Yep."

"Government AP is another fun class. We don't really focus too much on the textbook... well, no. We do focus on it, but my teacher integrates it with examples from recent political occurances. Oh, and he's dead sarcastic (almost as much as I can be) and a lover of hating George "Dubbya" Bush. We get along just fine. On Thursday I was a bit ticked off that we didn't get to debate a bit about the presence of US troops in Iraq (specifically since the air headed Ashley stalled for time since the bell was about to ring), since it was bound to be better than the discussion we had on Madison's Ten from the Federalist Papers. Yargh. Oh, and he calls Madison a "flaming genius with slippery tendencies.""