First Day of Class

Nerves kept me awake all night. Staying awake all night made the bags under my eyes resemle the Big Brown Bag at Bloomingdale. Morning coffee. Not enough caffiene. Apple suppressed the hunger. Hair looked like I was hit by lightening and I did not want to wake up Elizabeth with a request to use her straightener. Oh boy.

On my way to class, carrying a bookbag that happens to be the same weight that I am, I discovered that it rained last night. I suspect that it poured. I slipped in mudd, dirtied up my knees, spilled coffee on my KHAKI skirt, and had no time to go back.

Everything that can go wrong, probably will.

On the bright side, Japanese teacher was very impressed with my Japanese. Until she found out I lived in Japan. Then she was embarrassed.

French time.