Back to school, back to school...

Well, I'm back in Rexburg. I got in Monday night. Classes start tomorrow...ugh. I know education is important and all, but I'm not really feeling it. But I'm ready to be back on a schedule and have things to do. And I'm ready to see if there are cute boys in my classes. I'm in the same apartment and the same ward, but all my roommates left me. :( Kay Lynn will be back in the winter. I just keep reminding myself that. The new ones seem okay so far...so we'll see. I'm the oldest in my apartment--such a strange feeling. And I'm not even old!

I have TEN books this semester. Death. I'm taking 17 credits. And I'm working. But I think I'll be okay--I'm retaking Hebrew, so I kind of feel okay about that one. I know what to expect and I already know the alphabet and remember some of the vocab words, so it should be easier this time around. Plus I still have all the assignments saved on my computer, woop woop! But then I'm also taking International Politics, Sociology and Law, an English class, a piano class, and Sign Language. Piano won't be hard--I'll just have to practice, which will just take up time. International Politics is looking a little scary, but I'm sure I'll be fine.

While I was in the bookstore, a boy weaved through the crowd of about 7 million people (all freshmen and their mothers and 18 younger siblings each, of course) and came over to me and asked if I knew who wrote Frankenstein. I told him (Mary Shelley, in case you're wondering) and went on my way, but then I got to thinking...why did he ask me specifically? I was wearing an orange shirt, and some of the employees had orange polos, so maybe he thought I worked there. Or could he tell just by looking at me that I would know something like that? Do I have "NERD" tattooed on my forehead or something? I can't help it if I remember these things. We'll see who's laughing when you fail your stupid English class, boy. I still remember all the major plot points and could even probably still write an essay on it, thanks in large part to the fact that I saw the Frankenstein episode of Wishbone.

And then while I was walking back to my apartment, the cute boy from my ward I dibbsed three semesters ago talked to me, so I stopped caring.