Look at me I'm learning!

So today is the first day back to school since the "incident". I feel like I'm a criminal back at the scene of my crime. It's quite panic attack inducing. I think I'm going to have a fantasia of fits followed by a lengthy conniption that'll flow seamlessly into a completely self destructive mental break down. I think clearly that is the answer.

My first class is Calculus II, instantly depressing because half way through I realized that I don't remember shyte from Calculus I! I'm going to have to be in hermit mode for a while I guess until I can remember my differentiation rules and theorems! Unless I blow my teacher to an A. If anyone's taken calculus [and you weren't a wizard] you know the panic I feel right now.

The second class that I have is Introduction Into Ecology. This gives me a semi erection. My major is Environmental Science, so actually getting to learn about the environment is a arousing prospect instead of just plowing through general knowledge courses. It's too bad though that my Prof is about 67 years old, and talks like it too. He has a low monotone voice with a lethargic cadence to match. I wasn't tired before the class but by the end of it I was. the bastard nearly got me a few times. My eyelids felt like lead. Maybe next time I'll have to bring some music or speed. Something to keep me awake. I've already had this professor before and I knew it was him that was going to teach it but I decided to take it anyways because his tests are fair and he really is just a sweet old man that likes to mention frequently that he likes to scuba dive.

Being back at school is good though. I actually see people now instead of being sequestered in my room staring at a computer screen. But It's not all that great. I lost two of my best friends. They are a lesbian couple. They are the best friends I've made since grade 8.