Or perhaps the third? Losing track of days seems to be the new fad, especially if you’re a senior. Much like the aggravated 9th grade freshmen of our day, we seem dull, haughty, too good, stuck up, even… much like the big wave in an ocean of small waves which dissipate when the big wave passes over them.

Except, seniors aren’t like freshmen in that they have survived 4, long, arduous years of high school whereas the typical freshman has only survived 1% of the whole journey: Puberty and adolescence!

No pictures to entice your eyes. Who does that?

So as I mentioned before, the schedules are like, totally, fubarredzorz up, y’know, like, totally, a ha ha ha. Each day I see around 200 people of all kinds of backgrounds, colors, faces, and… smells (both good and bad) who come to either change their class to be with their friends, change their class because they got a wrong class, or change their class just to piss the counselors off. I, on the other hand, have been given a wrong 1st period class. Therefore, and I think, that I have more than enough of a valid reason to visit the counselor (and cut past the 200 losers waiting in line), right?

Ahem, I won’t go there. But I almost… just almost turned gay before I was warned about what 1st period was. Hence why I was told not to go there and get it dropped or changed immediately. And thank God I didn’t go, it turned out this mistaken 1st period was none other than… the fearless, dreadful and unrelenting CHEERLEADING class.

And so I have saved myself from sexually orientated doom by not going to the class. Safe to say, I probably have 10 absents in there now, but I suppose the coach should at least have an idea that I’m a guy and that that’s an all-girl class. I’m getting dropped on Monday, hopefully.

“Ah cake!” goes the word of the cake crew. The posse, the group, “teh krew” of the school… in which we hang out left and right during lunch, passing period, and even after school. Can’t think of a better way to waste time during and after school? Join the Cake Crew. Plain and simple.

And so goes the story of my 2nd (or perhaps 3rd?) week of school. Feel free to say something horrible to the freshmen, or perhaps give the counselors a pat on the back for working so hard, or perhaps making fun of me for almost turning gay… or maybe you just want to apply for the Cake Crew, even? Dude, you’re hardcore.