Let Me Know That I’ve Done Wrong (By Letting You Grow Your Stupid Facial Hair)

One of my favorite parts of going back to school every year is seeing how people have changed. For instance, I have discovered my history teacher (who I also had in 7th grade) is not actually an evil, smart-child-torturing, happy smiley maniac. He’s actually pretty darn cool, and I look forward to giving him another chance to not suck this year.

And OHMYGOD MY ORCHESTRA TEACHER HAS SOME SORT OF WEIRD GROWTH ON HIS FACE!!! It’s very distracting. I see it, and then I just think some variation of: “Ewwww. Who in the world told him a beard was a good idea? Ugh, I hope he doesn’t get food stuck in it. That would be gross. Good thing I have his class before lunch. They’d better have some no meat salads for me this year. Last year they always ran out…” The pathetic thing is, the beard isn’t even the same color as the hair on his head. It’s darker, and more ridiculous-looking. And it sticks out weirdly. *shudder*

On the bright side, at least I know who his favorite student is. You see, I have had the misfortune to become his TA on the mornings that I get back to regular school earlier than scheduled (I have to go to the high school for a couple of my classes before heading back to my school). Why? Oh right, because he requested me. :P At least I’ve got a better idea of who’ll end up being concertmaster. *evil grin*

As for blog news…
I am running out of nights to start my misadventures in the kitchen series. I’m not totally sure when I’ll get the chance, but if I happen to have time later on tonight, y’all might get a DOUBLE-POST! Hooray! I might as well continue this Oprah moment by giving you a car and house, and paying every single one of your bills.

Then again, maybe not. I don’t get my allowance for a while.

CHEESE