Rebel, I Am

Well... sorta. I am writing this while I am in class. Scary huh? I could get caught... and then yelled at. I guess that's the worst that could happen.

So far classes are going well. My English class (the one I'm in write now) is pretty boring and it starts at 8:30 in the morning. My other classes are going to be a breeze. One class, my first assignment was to go home and glue things together. Seriously. Just get random stuff from around the house and glue it together, then bring it into class. I glued ribbon and paper clips to an old CD, a rock to a card, and a rubber band to a crayon. I also tried to glue aluminum foil to aluminum foil. The nonstick side stuck to the stick side, but the nonstick side did not stick to the nonstick side. Interesting. Another class wants me to make a short scrapbook of myself and the people I love and the important things in my life. Another class I have to have a pen pal for. And another class I had to buy crayons and markers and watercolors for. Honestly, how hard can this semester be? So far, I think being a teacher is going to be easy. That's really scary.