Well, here I am, sitting at my desk, exausted. I just got back from my first day of 8th grade. I must say, it could have been worse. I've got a few good teachers with the exception of my German teacher, who, according to my best friend, is a total bitch that doesn't know what she's doing. Well, yeah, we had an assembly for a few hours, in which numerous teachers got up and talked about mindless shit. Like normal, the senior class screamed and shouted "Seniors" and "'07", and whenever this Senior High teacher, Ms. Norris, said some grammatically incorrect, southern slur, all the seniors stood up in their seats and cheered. It was rather amusing. During the football coach's speech, they all got out 7UPs and opened them up so you could hear the fizzing of the carbination. Mad, I say.