That Was The First Day.

The first day of school was today. (well, the first day of 8th grade, that is). I can already tell it's going to be the hardest year yet. I honestly can't believe that I'm in 8th grade. That seems so crazy. Didn't I just start 3rd grade? Wasn't I just wearing my hair in braids every day and wasn't I just stomping my sketchers on the rugs in the classroom so I could see them light up? Which, by the way, is still the coolest thing ever.

So anyways. 8th grade. I just know your dying to hear about it.

It started normally. Everyone read the giant chart in front of the library and found out their first period classes. Me and my friend, Kimberly, went together to read this chart, and I was just one big ball of mixed emotions. Really. It was so bad, I felt nauseous. Nervousness and excitement and "why am I here?"s ran through my veins.

So we got our first period classes. During first period, everyone had that glazed over look in their eye, because 6:30 came too early after 3 months of waking up at noon. My first period teacher passed out our schedules for the rest of the day.

It's good.

Now I feel kind of bad for poor Mila, who had to suffer through my rantings of how I didn't want any of the mean teachers, and how I knew I was surely going to get them. I didn't get any of them. Except for the only 8th grade P.E. teacher.
But that's a given, right?

My math teacher, Mr. Davis, has such an annoying voice. I just wanted to share.

I saw my old friends, and there were a lot of hugs given from me. There were just as many surprise attack hugs from out of no where that were given to me. And there were about a trillion exclamations of "I missed you so much!"

I have so many forms and packets and papers that my mom has to sign.

So here's to hoping this school year is decent.

P.S: I may or may not have thought I was over Hunter, then he said "Hi Naomi" and I changed my mind. IT MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE HAPPENED.

it totally happened.