first day

6:15 pm on Monday, August 18th, 2003

The first day of school was less terrifying this time around. I know the place now, and it’s my place. Of course I woke up at four to finish my summer reading book report (this was pathetic) and thus my day was kind of bleary. At least I’m back in the groove. Journalism class has got to be the best thing ever.

Our new school bells are abominable. They drone like the fire alarm. It’s pathological. It turns out that the reason our bells are so demented is: the school was struck by lightning over the summer, and somehow this fried the bells. I hope this is true.

My Physics teacher is a reputable-looking, tie-wearing man. He asked me my name, and I said, Anush, rhymes with bush. I say this because otherwise Americans mangle it to Anoosh, somehow. Like the President? he asked. Or like the plant, I replied. Oh, you’re a Democrat, said he.

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