My insight on the classroom.

So school started up. 

I had no mommy to take my annual first-day-of-school-picture. 

That's a bit sad.

What may or may not be more sad was that I didn't care half as much about what I looked like for the first day like I did for the first 12 school years of my life. 

*INTERRUPTION FROM ORIGINAL THOUGHT TRAIN*

Boy that is sitting next to me, if you are indeed staring at everything I am writing like I think you are, could you please stop? You can read it when I'm done at The-walkover.blogspot.com. Thanks bud. 

   

Ok, we're back to the original thought now. 

The thing that hasn't changed about the first day of school is the anticipation of wanting to know who will be in your classes. It used to be, will my friends be in my class? Will my crush be in my class? 

These days I know approximately 8 people who attend Weber State and I knew they didn't have any classes with me. The anticipation is directed more toward the potentials.

Is my newest comrade sitting among these new faces? 

Will I end up dating, possibly even *gasp* kissing one of these guys?

And don't deny it, we all know that if there is even one potential romantic interest sitting in that room, the class just got that much more exciting.  

Yes, even if it's math class. 

Now, this could be a good or  bad thing depending on your actions. 

Luckily for me it's a good thing. I'm more likely to attend every class, pay attention and participate, if only to bring the eyes of the Potential on me for just a minute.

I would love to say that I am a girl who goes to school purely for the education and wasn't interested in boys right now. 

But that's just not true, is it?