Finally, back online

...However temporarily. I'm sorry for not posting in the last... week or so, but our Internet connection has been down the whole freaking time. Our house seems to have something against the Internet. We've had three Zoomtown people out to look at it, but as soon as the last one left, it reverted into its crappy state.
-I have a freakin' lot to cover. I think I already covered the hike, so I'll start with my first day of school, which was Monday. I woke up at freaking 0620. Then, with nobody to see me off because it was so early, I rode off into the dark on my 21-speed, to the Finneytown High School.
-Band was my first class. It was just as bad as it usually is in the practices after school on Mondays Wednesdays Thursdays. So I went to my first bell with a sort of "fleeing" mentality, even though my first bell was one I had been looking forward to with a bit of foreboding: art class. I knew as soon as I got in the room that this wasn't the right class at all for me. Everyone in the room was a year younger than me at least, it seemed; it was only a remediation class for 10th-graders. I paid very little attention to anything that bell. It has now been changed to accounting.
-Second bell was math. It's taught by a very boring guy named Mr. Rahn. We got an obscenely thick textbook and told us our homework to get it covered, and let us off to our next class.
-Third bell was history, where we talked about Indians with a not boring guy named Mr. McGlade. We've talked about Indians the last four days in history now. Well, it's still kind of interesting. Incidentally, in the Cherokee language (I didn't actually learn this in class--I have a Cherokee book in my room for some reason) there are some verbs that you have to put a syllable into to indicate whether the verb's object is alive, flexible, long, or liquid, and you can sometimes switch them around to say funny things, which might loosely correspond to "pour me some turkey!" or "slice me some gravy!"
-Fourth bell--Spanish class. My teacher Mrs. O'Connor just got over the cancer and is now back to normal, teaching Spanish like any other day. She's a fun person. Yep.
-Fifth bell is, retardedly, split into two halves, in between which is lunch. I spend it with my friend Aaron Bell, who I think I've mentioned before. It's very fun, but not for the class--we've been assigned Catcher in the Rye, which is, so far, about the crappiest book I've ever read. It's fun because Aaron's there and we can make up idiotic inside jokes pretty much at liberty. To make things better, my old old friend Lamont Giles sits right next to me too, and he makes up all sorts of funny crap. Like, the other day he made up three comic strips: Boxy Brown, which is about a cardboard box with an afro, Action Hank, who comes with Action Night Vision Goggles and Action Bills, and committed suicide in the first strip with his Action Letter Opener when Boxy Brown asked him what he needed the goggles for, and Muscly Arm Paperboy, who thwarted a weird old man who wanted to have popsicles with him in his cellar by riding off on his bike.
-Sixth Bell was woodshop, where I got to do nothing, and seventh bell was chemistry, where we heard about what exactly chemistry is. So there. That was my first day.
-After school I had another freaking band practice. And I also just got back from one. And furthermore I have a lot of homework to do. I've got to go away now.