The first day of school, I had been used to introductions and teachers talking all period about the plans for the school year. I was tired of the pain I was feeling and tried to ignore it so bad I ended up ignoring what the teachers were saying. Dr Preston had been talking about being a open source classroom or anything old skool textbook, paper and pen. I couldn’t concentrate. I was bouncing in my seat, anxiously. I didn’t wanna be here. As soon as he finished talked I ran out of the class room, anxious to puke my guts out hoping I would feel a lot better. I didn’t. As I walked back into the class, I realized I didn’t have an option with our school year choices. I didn’t have internet at home I knew it was going to be hard getting work done that wasn’t paper pencil. Even still I continued, I stayed in the class trying to finish as much posts as I could, leaving the rest for the next day. But there was never enough time during class. I would go to the public library to steal so...
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