Day 38 of San Diego

I. Am. Wrecked.

I had the worst sleep last night. I tried to fall asleep before midnight, but that didn't happen... I tossed and turned all night long and conjured up strange dreams. You could say I was nervous about today. Yet I'm happy it's over. It was longer than I expected...

The morning started out smoothly. I met my math teacher first. When he walked in, I thought he was another student. He wore a grey-white plaid shirt with dark blue skinny jeans. His hair was messy and he was a real joker. Right off the bat, he starts playing around. He tells us how he grades and what he doesn't care about. He was super energetic and was eager to meet everyone. I think I can safely predict he is in his mid-to-late twenties. Maybe early thirties. This guy was a trip! Especially when we began talking about music. Since we had only a little bit of time left in class, he went around the room, asking students what their favorite music is. Apparently, my math teacher is a Punk fan. But he was also interested in other people's music types. Some of them he didn't particularly like, however when someone came across somebody our teacher knew, he was ecstatic! He said, "I'm not really "hip" or "with it."" The dude is a character. I think I'll have fun in math.

I'm sketchy with my Philosophy class, though... I totally have the philosophical teacher. Major old school. This guy has got to be in his late sixties to mid-seventies. He stormed into the classroom with a briefcase, a fedora, and a long, fuzzy trench coat. This teacher means business. He was so old school, he wore bowling shoes. No joke. I swear he was wearing bowling shoes. His undercoat matched, too! In color AND with the elbow patches. Crazy. Another thing that blew me away, was his Harry Potter glasses. You guessed it... THEY'RE FACTUAL! I'm hoping during this quarter, my Philosophy teacher doesn't mumble about boring stories on boring philosophers who "came to be." I almost passed out today as he babbled about some... dude... who knew philosophy. Trust me, I wasn't paying attention.

My English class seems reasonable. The teacher was sick today so I won't judge her too much. But I do assume she's a bit of a shy person. How she talked and her body language was sort of a giveaway. My classmates are... interesting... They definitely have a passion for writing. I guess I would be stuck with nerdy literature geeks who are overly exuberant in how they speak when it deals with CREATIVE writing. I think my high school English teacher was right. Writers ARE weird.

By the way, if I said my third class (ENGL) was on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I stand corrected. It's on Mondays and Wednesdays... That's why today was so ungodly long!

Anyway, I need to go to bed if I want to survive the next day. Goodnight, everyone!