Back at school

It's that time again. People are pulling off the computer, cramming their required books to college or carrying an empty satchel to school, and people aren't staying up as late as they used to. It's school time — which, according to a refrain from one of my old toddler toys, 'is fun time!'

The beginning of school coincides with most of my county enacting sex offender restrictions — anyone convicted of child molestation or rape is not permitted to live within a 2,500-foot (800-metre) radius of schools, parks, and bus stops. Because of solely the bus route tending to be erratic, sex offenders are effectively banished from Brigantine, but it's not like there has been a rash of molestation cases here due to the demographic.

Anyway, I managed to get Spanish III después de convencerles a los administradores. After that, I'm in the computer course — animation and server scripting this year, as well as binding together with the undesirable half of the class — which has progressed so rapidly that we've started a full-scale marketing project, this time likely to be about a Michael Jackson doll (and if it is, I'm walking out). Then we have the English course, in which we've suspended Shakespeare and Charles Dickens in favour of American literature. Then it's the lunch period, which affords everyone flirting and playing Dance Dance Revolution on the library computers. After that, it's American history, which I've been reminded constantly is not Mike's best subject.

A ray of hope is that the girls that have just arrived don't seem to be as promiscuous as the previous two generations, so I'm starting to feel a tad safer in school. I miss the seniors that I sat with at the front table, but at least I'm free of the romps that occurred there regularly. But my social life has yet to open up completely — I expect to have a girlfriend (it's not exactly a good prospect) by the end of the year.