Chapter Two: Week One

It was once again a light and sunny day,.....until it wasn't,... and then was once again. Oh the crazy weather that had graced/plagued the beautiful town of Buena Vista (which Ah rahtly reckon' is pronounced Bee-u-na Vista,if ya'  realla' wanna ge' it raiht) for that week,as is today as I post this. I had it okay for a start,waking up and off to the mess hall and quickly re-examining my schedule with 5 long classes.So with my nice briefcase (which earlier this year on my to DC actually got confused for being suspicious by the Secret Service [I was up against the White House back gate at the time]) and suspenders in I walked to English. My first impression of all the classes began with an essay on the theme of  "Should Life be kept simple" based on a prompt of Thoreau. Yup that's right,first thing and I gotta write 500 words,with nothing more.But like any other essay  don't give a hoot a about,I boarhonkied my way through. And then after that was Political class,in which we discussed all sorts of things related to,..... ya' guessed it,politics,though mostly Greek themed for now. And then came Philosophy,which was about Socrates defending himself against charges. After that began the first Arts class,which oh yeah Asm started with National Treasure. After that I had found out that I was accepted into Anatomy,right as I was about to take siesta,oh the horror

And the next day followed,and though it was not the break I had hoped,I knew it was soon.It was that day Volleyball started,...and let out ten minutes in.Then Anatomy had it's long but curiously amusing lab.

But then finally I had done what most Don Bluth watchers do after that week,though I cheated and got it a bit early,but alas my happy  near ending was earned.

This weekend cometh the Labour Day parade,dear readers and I hope to give report soon,but for now as my creative juices have seeped out I must end this informative,but ever so dull chapter.