I Have Seniority

Yay, my first day of school as a senior. Kinda scary, actually. It's like, why am I taking all of these classes, when I need like 2.5 credits to graduate? And I'm like, oh yeah, I need them to get into a good college. And why do I want to get into a good college? And it's because I want to get a good job. And why do I want to get a good job? And it's because I want to make enough money to retire. And why do I want to retire? And it's because I want to enjoy a few years of life before I DIE.

Oh, how melancholy. That's not really it. I want to go to a good school so I can learn stuff about computers, so that I can start my own business, and make some true innovations in computing. Imagine a computer that didn't require a nerd to keep it running, and yet was affordable and interoperable. Oooh, look, a big brass ring!

Today was OK. Not much to say about my classes until Computer Programming. All of the students were mystified as to where I came from, but it looks like I'm in good shape. This year, the AP exam is in Java, not C++, so we'll all be learning a new language. I, however, have worked with object-oriented languages before (namely, C++) while the others have just worked in C, which is not object-oriented. In that respect, I'm a little ahead of them. It should be a fun class, however.

What made it interesting, however, was when a messenger came in and handed me a troll. Really. It had pink hair, and here I am, getting this troll amongst my fellow programmers (all male, but of course), and thinking, "What the heck is this for?" I read the card, and discovered that the good doctor's reason for giving me a troll was because I had worked registration in the bookstore. You'd think I wasn't getting paid for it or something. Then I have Mr. Elliott for Auto. That should be a fun class, but Mr. Elliott scares me. At least it will get me into VICA. Then Econ was fun.

More fun ensued on my bus ride home, but that's a topic for another day, if I feel like posting it. I can only say that I am glad that the coming weekend will be three days long, as it will take me that long to recover from the trauma of starting my most stressful day yet. And that's not even including Key Club stuff, which is a topic for another blog altogether.

Meanwhile, there is a pink-haired rollerskating troll available to whomever would like it.