Tomorrow morning (or morning), I begin my session of school in the town I haven't been in for 5 long, emotional years.

I am nervous, but I can't wait.

Excited is the word.

My delima is getting back home. I live well over a highway mile from the High School and if you read 'Trapped on Route 9' I can't walk or bike on it. But I've faced traffic before, shoudn't be too hard to dodge.

I have no new notebooks, the same work from the last High School I attended stll inside my bag, and a fairly large hole in my backpack. Doesn't bother me much aside from the notebooks. And the lessons. If they kept up with my school (which I don't think my chances are well) then I face the problem of missing a freakin' week of school since moving.

Oh yeah, its good and bad for me.

Well, 6 AM is my calling hour. Bye.