Not a lot of homework, but I'm still just so excited. Things went so. So. NORMAL! I had to stop myself from talking to people as if I already knew them. I swear, if I never have to say, "Hi, I'm Courtney, pleased to meet you!" again, it'll still be too soon!

So, let's see... I have a great schedule, lemme see if I can remember it all for you...

First hour, I'm in Mixed Choir -- I'm an alto, did you know that? -- with Schumway. She's got a goofy grin and likes to laugh, and she made a lot of the girls mad when she moved them around to get a better sound from the whole. Totally didn't even seem to notice their fits. It was great when Lenora Yost sang off-key on purpose. "Miss Yost, private tutoring is available from Madeline Williams, the retired choir mistress, for those that have trouble with the basics. I can send your mother a brochure with the prices if you'd like." Laugh. Out. Loud. Seriously, we were working hard not to giggle at her the rest of class.

Second hour is French with Herman, and it was so confusing, but neat. She refused to speak English, and we had to try to figure out what she meant by gestures and the funny faces she made. I'm supposed to memorize the French Alphabet and how to say each letter tonight.

Third hour is Algebra I with Stoneriver. She's scary, but I think she's just no-nonsense. It's not like Algebra is hard, anyway. She kinda glared at me when I walked up to her desk, until she realized I was turning in the assignment and not coming up to ask a question.

Fourth hour is Drama with Ward, and I'm apprently REALLY lucky to be allowed in. First "Frosh" allowed to take the class in over a decade. She's also one of the two teachers that know my secret, but I'm seriously thinking she would be my favorite, anyway! She's what Daddy would call a "spitfire" type of lady.

Then is lunch period, and I was so lonely! No one sat with me, no one talked to me... but no one picked on me or anything, either!

Fifth hour is Geography & History -- which will be Civics & Debate second semester -- with Wenchley. He's funny. I think I may really enjoy History for once. I mean, I usually hate it, but we went in and he had the blackboard FILLED with all these rebel quotes. A lot of people in history that we're supposed to look up to were rebels, did you know that?

Sixth hour is "Language Arts" -- which is just a silly name for an English class. I mean why can't they just call it English like they did in Middle School? Oh, I have Worthing for that one, and she's the other teacher that knows my secret. I'm not sure if she's... okay... about it or not. She kept looking at me funny all period.

Seventh (and last) hour is my science course. D'oh. Biology I. Which implies I'll have to take Biology II at some point. Bleech. The teacher is a big burly dude that's probably some coach or other named Towers. He was wheezing all through class, like, I thought he was gonna keel over and we'd have to grab one of the cell phones he'd confiscated at the beginning of class and call 9-1-1! But he just carried on, and actually gave us NOTES. On the first day of class!

I mean, I could sign up for Zero Hour if I want, and I could have some before school stuff and after school stuff... but for now I have a good feeling about this year! Whoa. I wrote a LOT today, my page is almost full. Your page. What-EVER.