I Was Not Stabbed
Though a female student did initiate contact with my rump using, I believe, a water bottle. Apparently I was moving too slowly for her liking. I totally admit I was intentionally walking slowly, but did not realise I was in anybody's way. Still, I sort of regret not lying that that was as fast as I could walk due to a congenital defect, because really, if you're not going to lie to teenage girls, who are you going to lie to?

The school was quite large, and a bit grungier than I expected. Grungy in the "nobody cares to ungrunge this place" as opposed to the grunge of my high school which was "the building's 120 years old, what the hell did you expect." We spent the morning just in a classroom getting to know one another and handling administrative details about the course, Educational Psychology, though the principal did briefly whirl in and out with her posse. Apparently we get the full tour package on Thursday.

Tomorrow's my subject classes - biology and math - downtown, the latter being IN my old high school. I think I'm taking my half hour lunch break to go to Papa Ceo's pizza - I didn't go there much as a high school student, and now regret all the trips I made to Pizza Pizza instead.