Bouquets of sharpened pencils

Today was the first real day of school.

Teachers are as follows:

Dr. Brown: when I walked into class three minutes late, it sounded like I was walking into a party.

Dr. Adams: Thinks we are kindergartners. Read every word of the syllabus, never in the same tone once.

Dr. Lock: From England. Says ,after all after everything. Listening to her is like listening to a comedian philosophize. I have a feeling she's one of those prophesors who is going to sneak her way into my favorites. The kind that you don't realize you're in love with until about half way through the semester.

Next is Dr. Giles: Her I had last year. She teaches Modern Lit, graduated with a phd from Cambridge, and is pretty much who i want to be when I grow up.

Only downside to all this, I go to school on Tuesdays frmo 9 am till 8 pm

But for now thats ok, bc Im still giddy about bouquets of sharpened pencils.