So the line for the cashier's office was too long and I opted to wait until tomorrow to get a bus pass. I found all my classrooms and then sat around singing "I have confidence in sunshine, I have confidence in rain, etc" under my breath to try to calm my nerves and it worked alright.
Then I went to speech class. I went and sat down in the first available seat, avoiding looking at faces as I usually do. The girl in front of me had a paper bow the color of her shirt and a sketchbook in front of her. She seemed pretty crafty/artsy but I didn't talk to her. We had to play some little game and I found out the guy next to me drew too, and it was confirmed that the girl in front of me did. The people were friendly, so that was cool. The teacher teaches high school and might be late sometimes and at least at the beginning it looks like the class will be pretty easy.
We have to do a short self-reflective speech using an object next week. The wheels are turning... I considered bringing nothing as my object as a statement about how I feel that too much "stuff" is unnecessary, but I thought maybe that'd be pushing it... XD
I like knee socks. This blog has nothing to do with knee socks, except when it does. This was mangapasta from 2009-2013. It's been archived now... sorta?
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com·ment [kom-ent]
noun
1. a remark, observation, or criticism
4. a note in explanation, expansion, or criticism of a passage in a book, article, or the like; annotation.
5. explanatory or critical matter added to a text.
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