So my bed is broken and I'm sleeping with my mattress on the floor. It's not at all uncomfortable. It kind of sucks, though, 'cuz the squeaky sounds were kind of nice. Alfric caught us and called our parents; mine didn't care much, since... well, they sent me to a private school so they could toss money at problems to make them go away.
Gytha, what did your folks say? Everything cool? Can we do something soon?
Also, my class schedule was presented to me.
Portrayal of Religion in Literature
Huh. So, Alfric basically handed me most of this schedule by force; his face suggested he wanted to use it as a condom to rape my sense of morale. I mean, seriously, Portrayal of Religion in Literature? Does he want me to light this place on fire? No, seriously. Ugh.
Well, at least I have French, and Film Studies with Freddy. We should do something with that, Fredster, make a documentary: Dean Alfric: Dendrophilia and Algorythmic Masturbation, or something. Phys Ed won't be a problem, I'm not in bad shape, and the rest is par for the course; but... man, fifth period is going to be Hell.