Diastudent

Wow...what a week. I'm back at school. Believe me, it has not been an easy week. Almost all my classes this year will be challenging. And not only that, but I haven't adjusted to the organization school requires yet. My mind feels scattered all the time! I'm still getting my homework done, and I haven't lost any important handouts or anything. But my head just feels so jumbled! Which, in return, is of course stressing me out. I've given myself enough breaks from school that I'm not quite exploding with stress yet...but with 8 periods and homework in every single one over the weekend, you can imagine how overwhelmed I am! I'm going to need to take a bunch of notes in all my classes, or else I don't think I'll remember any of the information. I already had to take a college level placement test in math, because he wanted us to refresh our brains and what not. I was so mad about it because my head hurt so much after taking it! But it turns out...I would have gotten into a college level class, according to my score. So maybe I shouldn't be totally mad about it. This should be an interesting year, because it already feels completely different from any year I've had before. Maybe this is what it means to be an upperclassman.

Diaregistered

I am officially registered this year for school...that's a good thing, right? Melissa and I were very excited to open our locker and measure it and everything! Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to decorate it :P Everyone wanted to leave, so we had to stay with the crowd. But I got everything sized to fit! So once I get my license (cough, tomorrow) maybe I can just drive down there and set it up. My school picture didn't turn out tooo bad...but I did have a fly way hair. Too bad I can't scan it onto the computer to show you, but oh well. Just imagine my face with a grey background. Then, today, I got some lovely blood work done. GROSS! I hate having needles put into my veins. It's okay for insulin, because that doesn't go into my veins. It goes into fatty tissue areas. And now with a pump, I barely even put the needle in myself. The inserter does that job for me. But anywho, it was only two viles that they had to fill for my blood work so I guess it wasn't disastrous. The lady doing it kept trying to set me up with her son. "You're so cute! And you're a junior? Well, my son's a junior and he's pretty cute, too...he can't drive yet, but if you can drive soon then it'd be perfect! He could pay for everything and you'd drive..." etc. etc. etc. She really wanted me to date her son! Haha! She even started talking to my mom about it. But don't worry, I didn't give her any personal information besides what she had in my file so I don't think I'll be getting calls from her son(: