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Well, today is was back to school. It was wonderful to be back, although I could have done without lunch duty on the first day. I don't understand it, last year I had lunch duty on the first day of the first mod, too. Whoever assigns those things must hate Lisa's advisees. Just beacuse we have Bascom is no reason to be prejudiced against us poor, unfortunate souls!My classes look fine. I think it will be a good mod. No, I'm in denial, I'm just glad to be back. I have Spanish IV, Trig, and Ornithology. Spanish IV is... muy sketchioso. There are two freshman in the course. One of them is from Puerto Rico. As he is from a Spanish-speaking country, why is he taking Spanish class? And above all, why is he in only Spanish IV? If I were in a foreign country that didn't speak English, and I were taking an English course, I would certainly hope to be higher than English IV. Que depressing.Katy's in that class. She's also in my Trig class, B block. I don't remember signing up for Trig with her, but I guess we did it on purpose. Goodness konws why. Kris is also in the class, and will share the joy of Semra with us. It's a good thing like Math, or I'd end up like Katy, and yell that I'm going to commit suicide for the entire duration of the day.After lunch is Ornithology, which looks fine. My mother loves to birdwatch, so hopefully she'll be around during the mod to help me with my homework: to watch birds. I know, tricky stuff. I was informed this evening by my dear and loving father that my mother should be having radiosurgery within the next two weeks. He told my little brother & sister, and my mother was supposed to tell me. Right, that happened. Apparantly, my entire extended family knew about the surgery before I did. I love when that happens. It's hopefully going to remove what I endearly refer to as THE "little baby tumor." My father is afraid I'm too attatched to it sentimentally. I'm sorry, but I don't get sentimentally attatched to brain tumors.It looks like I will survive soccer, too. I was really worried before, due to the fact that my doctor advised me against it, and that I wasn't allowed to dance at my theater camp (where I was a counselor) in July due to the fact that I could barely move. I hate chronic fatigue, let me just say that again. I talked to Dave, who is coaching again, and he was very understanding. He was a little worried that I went an entire season last year without telling him that I had lots of medical difficulties, but I survived. Just barely, but I did.When I got home, I felt really sick, due to the fact that I was out in the sun for too long today. I was shivering all over, and felt so sick. That's another thing I hate, being allergic to the sun. It's a mild allergy, but I have a strong dislike for rashes (thank goodness that I had on extra sunscreen today) and I really hate feeling like I had a sun stroke after several hours out in the sun. I'm probably at risk for becoming one of the dark, vampiric people which never travel outdoors. I love being outside... it's just that the sun hates me with a passion.This entry risks being another novel, like the others, so I'm not going to write anything interesting: simply that I'm glad to be back at school. I missed it so much. Even if the new kids are completely confusing me. I didn't see it as an invasion last year (I was one of those bratty new kids myself). Now I'm a bratty returning student, and seeing new kids swarming everywhere is a little disturbing. I'll get used to it. Next June -- and then in a year I'll have to go through it again.~Jenn