So let me tell you about Mr. Casey...

Mr. Casey is my chemistry teacher. Mr. Casey is really smart. Mr. Casey has an iPhone. Mr. Casey seems slightly irregular in the mental margin.
It all started yesterday, my first day of school. Since I'm a post secondary student, I go into school (which, in case you didn't know, is Allen East High) everyday at exactly 11:23. My first class I have is chemistry with Mr. Casey. The first thing he does is say "Okay class, clear your desks. We're going to have a five-point 'opportunity!'" (I kid you not, he calls tests and quizzes "opportunities.")
My first impression was like ". . .what?" How could there be a quiz when I've been in the classroom for five minutes? I thought maybe it was a "What's your name? What's your favorite color?" -kind of quiz. I was wrong. It was more of a "How many decagrams are in a kilogram?" -kind of quiz. (Which is funny, because I still couldn't answer that question if I tried.) I literally got a zero out of five. Zero. Out. Of. Five.
So it turns out, it was a tell-me-what-you-know-kind-of-quiz. And you got five points for signing your name on the paper. At least I knew that much. And to make it a little better, I wasn't the only one who got a zero out of five. So did everyone else. So. . . chemistry's gonna be fun this year?

It was like, BAM!

Hi all! Panera girl here! (which is funny, because I'm actually sitting at the Panera where I work at right now as I'm writing this...) Any way, as I was laying in bed last night, I was worrying about what I wanted to do with my life. If you would of asked me six months ago, I would have said I wanted to be an OB/GYN. I was such a biology nerd, it wasn't even funny, so I thought it would be a well-paying, economical job. It all was great, except for the 12+ years of schooling and "Obamacare" becoming an issue in the medical field. The minute my mom's boss, who's a dentist, told me about the predicament of practicing physicians in the next 10 or so years, it really turned me off to the whole "Med School" thing. Great. Now all I knew about my life was that I worked at Panera Bread and could bake a mean batch of cookies. Where was that gonna get me?
My mom always had this crazy dream of opening up her own little cafe/bookstore/winery. She thought I would help her and do all the business work, considering I know my way around a calculator pretty well. I always thought this was silly; she was a dental assistant and I was going to be an actuary or something. Or something!
Then (back to my whole "laying-in-bed-last-night-thing") it hit me! It was like, BAM! Go to business school and culinary school, and open up the next Panera Bread. Bigger. BETTER. More... "Leah." I could set up different locations and bake all I wanted, but at the same time, wear my black suit and boss people around (my all-time favorite thing to do!) and sign checks. I could drive my little black Monte Carlo around town to each of my locations and check up on my places of business. It's actually kinda cool if you think about it. And it would smell alot better than being an OB/GYN. Did I type that out loud?...

Wait... What?

     Okay, so today was my first day of college, and I'm also a post-secondary student from Allen East. Both schools are new for me this year, so I've been trying to digest all of this change at once as both semesters are coming to an abrupt start. So with that said, forgive me if, in the future, I sound like a babbling idiot. I tend to panic when I don't know what I'm doing, or in this case, don't know what to write about. I also tend to type what I think, so bare with me here.
     Man, my typing skills have been rusty since school let out... My whole summer has been nothing but, "Baguette, chips, or an apple?" or *Riiing*Riiing* "Thank you for calling Panera Bread by the Lima Mall. This is Leah. How can I help you?" Except it's more usually run together, like, "Thankyouforcallingpanerabreadbythelimamallthisisleahhowcanihelpyou?!"
     Wait, does this thing have spell check? kjzfhglkfdjhglkfdjglksfdjh;lfdjh;l Okay, we're good; I have a red squiggly line under that. So I totally forget what we were supposed to write about today? I think it was just like writing, ya know. Ya know, just like, writing. That's another habit I have to get out of; saying "like" and "ya know." I'm not even sure that any of this is grammatically correct. Ya know? ;)
     Were we supposed to be writing for ten minutes? I have no idea how long it's been. My wi-fi is all kinds of messed up, so I'm sitting here in the McDonalds in East Gate (YUCK!) stealing some free wi-fi, outraged by how much a just payed for a terrible cup of coffee, and half listening to some soap opera playing on the TV in the background. How am I supposed to concentrate on this assignment when Rachael did indeed sleep with Antonio's evil twin brother, Enrique?