I'm breaking theme.

So, I'm going to talk about school. More specifically, the first week of school.

I really try and get excited about it. I conveniently ignore the fact that I regularly overload my schedule between work and school to a point where the only way I survive is by ingesting copious amounts of caffeine. "It's a new semester, you get to meet new people, and you're a little closer to graduating!" I tell myself that. Pretty much from the time I end the old semester until the time I start the new one. (Since I took summer classes, that gap wasn't very long.)

Then the semester starts. And of course there's an accident on my way to school and a bunch of cops are redirecting me to the wrong direction. And then I get to campus, and everyone's lost, so they're walking super slowly and keep stopping every 10 feet, so you bump into them. And the lines everywhere are like rediculously long, so you can't buy any of your books. You can't even buy a frickin' pencil.

The middle of the semester is so much nicer. Too bad by then, there's stuff like tests and schoolwork to worry about.