August has come with the gratuitous amounts of dread and misery that I’ve grown to love. This year, I had very little time to savor this feeling of impending doom, as the Homewood school year started on August 10th. I’ll gladly repeat that. Homewood. Started. School. On. The. 10th. [annoyed groan] Because I enrolled in an AP English class, I was assigned 3 books and 4 rather time consuming assignments over the summer, which I completed… the night of August 9th. And the wee morning hours of August 10th. I finally got to bed at 5 am.
I was woken up 70 minutes later to find that the lower left side of my face had swollen horribly. It wasn’t pretty. The impeccable timing of this dermatological disaster was all too apparent as I pondered the social consequences of going to school looking like Rocky Balboa after a fight. Thankfully, my parents are nowhere near as cruel as you probably think they are [I love you Mom and Dad] and they let me stay home. I unethically asked my dermatologist for a school excuse for the day.
Anyway, school. My AP English class seems enjoyable. I like the teacher and the other students. More importantly, our main text has essays by David Sedaris in it which is pretty darn cool. Other noteworthy classes include Advanced Acting [my friend Megyn and I are doing a song from Starlight Express for our first project, complete with roller skates], French Deux [it was obviously a long summer as I couldn't remember how to say 'six' in French], and Yearbook [yearbook staffers can stay in the classroom during lunch which makes me extremely happy].
I’m confident that it’s going to be a good year for me. I need to bring up that ol’ GPA, so I’m determined to work slightly harder than I did in years past. 3 down, 177 to go.