School...Meh

It was an interesting first day of school. I woke up on time for 8am class, saw more people in one day then I had seen in an entire year, rushed around getting another class and a parking permit, was boxed in with 1/2 foot to work with in front and back, rushed home to find out I have to go back and get more books. How lovely does that sound.

It was odd walking around campus because for some reason everyone knew me and I had no idea what the hell was going on. People were slapping me on the back asking how my summer was and what classes I was taking. And it wasn't a case of mistaken identity, they engaged me with, "Hey Adam!" I didn't know I knew that many people. I met friends(6) I hadn't seen in a year, then numerous others I didn't even know were still alive. I saw this gal a few times, I think.

I had a math teacher that was brand new. As he was helping me with an equation, I could see that his shirt was shaking for his nervousness, then when he pointed to my paper his hand just would stay still. When he was up in front of the class he went through a problem on he board, when someone asked him to rephrase everything he had trouble finding all the right words, started to talk to himself, then studder, and literally turned blood red in his face and hands. I do feel sorry for the guy, but I don't want his inexperience to rub off on how he teaches thus affecting my grade in any way.

Then after all my classes were over and it was time for me to head home, I was delayed, again. When I got to my vehicle I noticed that I had no more then a half foot in back and a half foot in front to back out of. Doesn't being boxed in sound great. Savages in this town(Ashland). So, I used my wheelman skills and backed my shit outta there. To reward myself for surviving the day, I treated myself to some Giseppi's . Old man Giseppi is an angel sent to earth to bless us with his craft, Pizza.