First day of school. [Groan.]

I hate the first day of school, I always have and I always will. When I'm 95 and getting my degree in medieval Icelandic literature, I'll still hate the first day of school with an unnatural passion.

I don't know what I hate more, my own anxiety or everyone else's. And being around surly, witless 18 year olds isn't particulary enjoyable either.

The only good thing about today is that I only have two classes and they're widely spaced. My visual basic class is at eight and my (I shudder in horror to even type this) public speaking class is at one. Thankfully all my classes are widely spaced this semester, which means I don't have to lug around a backpack with 80 pounds of books in it. So it's not all bad.