HOT LESBIAN ACTION!!!

Well, today, for many of us, was the first day of school at Laguardia. Jolly good! No, really. It was interesting. I woke up somewhat groggy this morning, but running high on adrenaline, and took the train to school. I got there early, only to find myself at the back of a line that reached across three sides of the school. Not as much as Stuyvesant, but still a hefty boost from last year's 60-kid grades. For the first few hours, mostly during the drama classes (which weren't classes, really, just introductions), not much really happened. Some annoying looking kids chatted amongst themselves while the returning students relaxed with smug grins on their faces. I stood aloof, cooly surveying all those around me. Pretty soon I got tired of that and started looking for a friend.

We had science next, and I was bored of wondering around and being confused, and having no one to do it with. So, I started speaking louder and contributing stuff, and then the greatest part, I found a toothpick in my pocket. Now, I use toothpicks with proficiency, and I stuck that baby in my mouth and start messing with it. And that gave me a whole personality that they just hadn't noticed. Now I was the cool kid with the toothpick. So I sat down near this girl who I thought might be cool, and looked at her some and stuff. Eventually, we struck up a conversation about how this entire group we were in couldn't find our science class. The answer was too complicated to explain here. Anyway, she's pretty fun to hang out with, but she frightens me a bit. She's on two types of antidepressents, one of them she says is the wrong prescription. She also doesn't seem very dedicated to work and says she barely passed some of her classes, which to me, is bad. Because I usually do well in classes. Still, she's better than no one.

At lunch, this highly zealous Junior, or maybe a young Senior stopped by our table and enthusiastically introduced himself as "Dan the Man". He told us how much he loved the "Freshies". He seemed to be high on crystal meth at the time, but I remembered him from earlier in the year, and I guess he's always like that. A little creepy, but he made me feel welcomed at least. I think.

The food looked like the sort of thing you find chunks of in fake vomit, so I ate most of the sandwich I brought. I accidentally skipped my French class and went to English class. Then I had to go to my REAL English class at the end of the day. It was kind of humiliating. Throughout the day, teachers told me what sort of stuff I needed to bring to class in order for them not to get pissed at me. So I doodled and didn't write anything down and then my mom got pissed at me. So I have to call some people I met. I suck. Also, I think I'm in the wrong Math class, and if I want to get transferred up, I have to take the Regents exam. I've never taken one of those because I'm from a private school. Well, well, well... we'll see. I'll write more later. If anyone else wants to contribute a story about their first day at school, or really about anything, email me at okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.

Nicky