and from the first day of school, we get:

*The plan is to get the school paper out more than four times a year. (yay!)
*Drama class is going to be... interesting. There're eleven of us and some questionable mental states.
*I can read The Little Prince for a grade. In AP English, no less. (Last time I "read" it I was eight and mainly just looking at the pictures...)
*Study halls are of the GOOD.
*Three seniors (including myself) in health. At least I'm not in it alone.
*Mrs. Helms liked the CD I put together for her. And I'm sure I can come up with more things.
*"And so it was that the peanut butter sandwich (on whole wheat bread) suddenly ceased to be of any interest, and our herione turned her attention toward the snack cakes also packed for lunch." (That was me, at lunch. Don't know why, just felt rather... Middle-English at the moment.)
The Victorian Lit Theory (meant to post it last night, actually): There is no social commentary to be found. There are only stupid people. Unless it's the sort of thing Daegaer came up with, and then there is only subtext enough to drive you crazy.
Angela, if you're paying attention, bring Good Omens to school tomorrow. Friendly reminder.