I want to fucking kill myself. I went to open house. We had a new band teacher who I kinda feel is gonna be a bitch later on. I saw almost all my friends in the other classrooms. My home room is close enough to my old teacher that I could shake her fucking hand in the morning. Lockers for my group are close to cafeteria. My home room is near the ISS room. I don't think any funny people are in my class. I got Tiffany in my class ( if you're wondering who she is think of the kid who reminds the teacher about the homework when she forgot ). I don't know anyone in my classes. Pretty sure I got in the same class as some kid I fell down a blow-up water slide with which was awkward and painful or I might have gotten his twin who I'm pretty sure I went to 4th grade with.
Update on the music teacher one year later, kinda a bitch not gon lie
