Feel Free to Tar and Feather Me.

Sorry, I totally promised that I wouldn't forget to post as soon as I started school, and what did I do? Forget. So, let me start where I left off.
The first day, I wore my favorite uniform outfit: Pink shirt and khaki capris. The bad thing? Every single freshman girl was wearing the same uniform. Fail.
(Feel free to skip this paragraph about classes): First period is algebra, and I don't understand it at all. In a normal school setting, it would be kind of alright that I didn't, becuase I could go in after school and get help, but not at Bird Watched High*. So, I'm kind of left to fend for myself and just do my homework. If I get it, that's fantastic, if not, sucks for you.
I love my history class. My teacher, Mr. Borton, is the coolest guy in the world. He's serious, layed back, but still manages to be a pretty strict teacher. Which I love, because he gives a lot of rules; and I like rules becuase I like to be told what I should do. Plus, history is a subject I could just inhale. I love it! Everything about it. It's so interesting.
My literature teacher is a world different than my English teacher last year. I'm not sure if I've told you about my psycho, pain-in-the-arse English Honors teacher, Mr. Golden. I think he wanted all of us to fail. He was mean, he didn't care about you, he was vague, and he looked like a caveman. But this year, Mrs. Zane is a sweet, old lady who speaks slowly and clearly; wanting you to understand and willing to take time for you.
My Spanish teacher, Mrs. Graving, is hilarious. She's like Tina Fey in person. Today she was making fun of the textbook becuase the situation in Spanish was like, Estudiante A said: "I don't really like our Spanish teacher", and Estudiante B sits up streight in his chair and looking down his nose in a British accent responds, "One must follow the rules."
Biology is boring, and I don't really understand it, but my book quotes scripture! How cool is that? Instead of trying to explain to me that human evolved from apes, it has an entire chapter explaining why that wouldn't work. Awesome? Awesome.
(You can be done skipping.)

Remember how I said I was worried I wouldn't fit in? I've made all kinds of friends! My class of 2013 has seven boys and five girls, including me, and I was the only new kid. The girls I met are Rachel, Rabekah, Alyssa, and Hannah (who loves Skillet almost as much as I do!). It's awesome, because by the end of the first day, Rabekah and Rachel were ready to give me a hug before they left school. By the second day, I'd had a good long discussion about music with Hannah at lunch, and Alyssa and I had hit it off really well. By the third day, a boy named Jake had started to repeat everything I do (exaggerated hand motions, occasional screeches, and mirroring my faces). Another boy named Aiden had started telling me about the things he does to small animals, (like blowing up frogs and prairie dogs and setting snakes on fire). Nathan even carried my textbook and binder bin to the car because it was too heavy for me! Boys hold doors open, too.
Do you remember the verse I put at the end of my testimony post? "For you intended to harm me, but God intended it for good; to accomplish what is now being done" (Genesis 50:20). For the longest time, I didn't ever recite the last part, "to accomplish what is now being done", because I thought it wasn't relevant to me. I was focusing on how I wanted to believe I hadn't been harmed by Michael, but it makes perfect sense now. For the first time in a long time, I can go home and tell my mom I had a fantastic day at school; because I have! I enjoy school now. I have friends. Now I can see how God has been faithful in the trials he put me through, because it has resulted in being put into this school. I can't think of a better place to have been placed.

" 'For I know the plans I have for you'," declares the LORD, "'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future'" (Jeremiah 29:11).