Ugly School
School seemed like a routine to me already on the first day. Fashion and social faux pas abound. Solwold has not lost the shushy, wishy-washy quality to her voice when reading poetry. Ugh, sucks to be anyone taking her "Seminar in Poetry" class! (Which she was whining about because Mark Saugie, a fatty-tatty scuzz complete with black mohawk, is taking her class, thinking it will be "easy." She just wants to hide under a rock, I guess.) I don't think there will be one day this year where I have don't have homework. On the plus side, we get to wander around town for Yearbook and Marfia is much more human (and wimpy!) than I could ever have imagined.