My first class occured, and seems interesting and challenging. It is also full of freshmen of apparent aryan decent and proud of it.
My second class was cancelled. But my friend Jeremy is in the class, so we hung out.
My third class was cancelled. Damnit, I pay the teachers to be here. Rat bastards.
My fourth class took place, although no karate moves have been learned yet.
Shannon and Mike came and got me and we got ice cream before going to the fourth class.
My fourth class was Romanian and the teacher is FUCKING NUTS, but in a good way.
The stupifying drugs are wearing off, and I’m going to crash and go to bed.
All in all, a decent day.