People don't talk to me

First day of school. Grade 12. Big times.

Through some scheduling hiccup I've ended up with a free first period. No, sorry, it's not a free, it's a study period. Big difference. Evidently there are just about no grade 12 courses first thing, because about half of everyone has that period free. I spent most of the time wandering. For the first time in years, I had class time and absolutely nothing to do. Didn't really know what to make of it. Talked to some people, caught up a bit. I'm constantly reminded that I have nothing in common with these people. Well, not much. There are some things, of course.

New Lit teacher. She seems a bit of a loose cannon, from what I've heard. She seems nice enough. I'm sure we'll get on fine, and I hope she doesn't think I'm too crazy. In the past she's been openly against people putting anything out that's pushing boundaries; the graveyard incident springs to mind. We'd put up little paper gravestones on the wall in the Lit Lab for the people who'd left the class (and a ghost for one who just never turned up) and she... well, to be honest, I don't remember it as being her, but people are saying it was and they're more likely to know than I am. But anyways, it didn't end well for us. Something about being offensive. I hope she's not going to hit the wall about everything like that.

Biology and English look promising. Nice teachers. Should be a laugh.

The first day of the first grade, I just up and disappeared. My teacher and I did not like one another. At the end of the day I wandered off, and no one knew where I was. Eventually I turned up. Of course, I don't remember this myself. The first grade is an oddity in that I have no recollection of it at all, not even a tiny flash. It's just... gone. I wonder why.

I'll be starting Kendo soon, Sundays with my da. The fine Japanese art of hitting people with bamboo sticks. Sounds like a laugh. I think I'll do more baking, too.