Ego Sum Non Mortuus! + School

[After note: I didn't realise how long it looked. I won't be offended if you want to skip the school crap. Just like. Go ahead and scan through it or something]

(Translates into "I am not dead!" I would have written "I am alive!" but I'm not that good at Latin.)

So I went back to school this week. It probably won't be an interesting blog. But there you go. Even though I have time, I think I'm going to keep it short with almost no pictures.
That's a picture of the first page of the Times schools league board. The square is my [new] school. Seventh. SEVENTH. Stalk me at your own will, but I'm really not that interesting. (The truth is, is that I just really couldn't be bothered to write a lot about it. The image pretty much sums my gobsmacking news up).

Bad things

I'm not use to being in a smart school or being around smart people, with all due respect for my old school. So my old school isn't that bad, but LEH is like. Uber smart >> Like they read Jane Eyre. At my age. And study it. Like. Study it. In my old school, we read like. Celia Rees books (Witchchild, don't read it, it's so bad it will scar you). I have nothing against classics, I swear. I read Pride and Prejudice and What Katy Did. But it doesn't make the fact I have to study them any less scary.

Another bad thing is that I really REALLY fail at opening my locker. There are like three places to put stuff: a locker for like gym bags and lacrosse sticks; a pigeon hole for folders, though I don't even have any; and last is the inside of your desk in your form room. I don't know why, but they have like old fashioned desks with little inkpot holes and lids. But I really fail at opening my locker. I'm like the last one there.

The school is big. 33 [curseword] acres. And I was given the wrong map, so I keep getting lost. It's nice that they have like. MASSES of grass, but I get so. Freaking. Lost. I was going to post a picture of it from GoogleMaps (it looks like a patch of green), but I really hate posting pictures. It kills new lines.

They're ahead of me in French, and I HAVE to do French. They're one whole book ahead. I feel sorry for the other new girl from the States who doesn't know French, German or Latin :( Poor her.

And the girl I sit next to likes to mess around with after shave after lunch. Why? I don't know. So half of me smells like after shave. Nice.

And yeah. I guess the last sucky thing is that I miss my old friends. But it's sort of nice getting to text them in the middle of Latin.

Oh. And I have to learn new names. I hate learning names.

Good Things

I like smart people.While being around them is different, it's still sort of nice not being around people who ask for the page number when it's on the freaking board.

Lacrosse is the funniest sport ever. Like really. Besides the fact I have to open my locker for it, it actually has me in hysterics. Thank God the P.E. teacher is nice.

My History teacher's called Mr. M. Christmas. It's terrible, I know, but I can't actually answer the register properly, because I'm scared I'll go into a laughing fit half way through. I just mumble 'Yes.' He's actually really evil.

The teachers are actually generally pretty nice and good at teaching. I found Physics interesting yesterday for the first time in my life. I never found it boring, but it was never that great either.

Everyone's really nice in my class, which is, yeah, a bonus. I think it's sort of customary to like the new kid anyway. But I just kind of hang around this group of people who are sort of The Mighty Boosh/Camden/Music/Manga obsessed. They're so weird. But I like weird people.

Ur. Oh, the last good thing is that I really like the school. It's weird.

Challenges

I like old Disney stuff like Mary Poppins, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast. I'm really not a big fan of the new Disney (Kim Possible? Hannah Montana? And is like Camp Rock coming out or something? Oh, and musn't let me forget High School Musical). They're not really that popular over here. Like faux-life acting that burst into song/dance right in the middle of a scene. I'm going to leave it there ._. Oh, but I have a Christmas Edition 3CD Disney soundtrack or something. But it's full of the classics and stuff.

Shall I set a challenge this week? Yeah, I don't set one that often. So, if you have time, what is [one of] your favourite childhood memory?

Peace out, dudettes.

P.S. I ordered Twilight the other day. Thought you might want to know.