"But nothing stays the same...I stand in my own way..."

outline of day one:

stats: easy. and yummy.
lang: confusing. which notes go on the left? and the right?
spanish: i don't particularly like the word "maestra," but i suppose it will do.
lunch: more....people....please
band: (sigh)
physics: gilby=frickin' amazing
gov: soon to be dropped

highlight of day one:

(max pretty much ruined this story)

mid-august i was talking with max. it was quite exciting.

Max: "kubas! we just got a new guy from vegas for a baritone. his name is alex."

me for the last few weeks: "man! max! i'm so excited! this could be a potential roomy!" or "oh man, when do i get to meet mr. vegas?" or "do you think he'll go gambling with me?"

(as mr. melby is assigning seats) melby: "and alex...you sit there" [next to me]

all hopes of a roomy were dashed as i realized she..."alex"... was...a she. a chick. a female. not a boy. not a dude. not THE vegas i envisioned in my head.

she seems pretty much pissed off all the time...so i just say "vegas" whenever referring/referencing/asking her something. if she gets pissed off...tough...she ruined our hopes of a good room for tour.

fifth hour: "hi, i'm mr. gilbertson. welcome to physics...blah blah blah" [he continued with the usual introductory speech] then out of nowhere "you'll be expected to bring a pen and a....hey! where'd you buy that spam shirt?"

me: "at the spam store."

i'm pretty sure we didn't do a thing the rest of class.

mustache out!