Back to school. Back to school. To prove to my dad that I'm not a fool.

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring at 7:30 this morning (though I did hit snooze twice). I reluctantly rolled out of bed, did the morning routine of hygiene and beauty, donned my three-year old green back-pack, and drove to school.

I'm a five-year college student today.
Which makes me a second year senior, I think. I'm not really sure.

I'm graduating in May. I don't know where life will take me post-graduation, but I think I'm continuing my education when I'm done.
The important thing is that I'm starting school this year ready to make good grades, study, and do something right for once.

I went in to Larson's office to see how things are going for the debate team. I guess it hasn't quite hit me yet that I am not competing this year. Things have changed. William Jewell doesn't have LD this year and Webster isn't hosting a tournament, either. Damn. I'm going to miss the team, the competition, and the extra work. But alas, I will find a new focus and motivator, and I think it might actually be myself this time.

Wish me luck!