break
That short break was rather productive. Besides going shopping every day and sometimes multiple times to the same store on a single day, i did something that i swore i would never do again. I went to school at Rockland District High School. Walking those halls, i found familiar faces that i hadn't seen in soooo long. Then actually sitting in those classes made me realize why i came here. In an honors american history class, i picked up a newspaper to read what they were assigned, and i saw that someone in the previous class had drawn KKK figures with knives right next to a picture of an Iraqi civilian. I was astonished, so i exclaimed to the girl sitting in front of me, "someone drew on this!" She picked it up and said that the morning class was a TVP class and always drew stupid things on the newspapers. at that moment i knew i had made the right decision about coming here. In another honors class, they couldn't think of anything that they had actually learned in high school when asked by their teacher. It was a sad class.