Yay. I am original. Sort of. Quiet, you.
I ♥ my English class. It is everything education is supposed to be. Intelligent, sensible teacher who listens even when points of view are different from his own and actually encourages different points of view. Classmates who are interested in the course and have the sense and tact to shut up or not show up when they are not. 50 minutes of bliss every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
As opposed to my Algebra class, which makes my brain cells leap, screaming, out my ears and onto the floor where they are eaten by whatever-it-is that lives in the carpet.
I am shaky. Look, it's last year! Wheee! (about half my morning entries last year included me griping about being shaky or sick. I was shaky/nauseous a lot)