The public toilet that is Miramar Community College began flushing away again on Monday, showing promise of carrying away the boredom of my days but instead clogging and sending horrible things back up, such as an art teacher who uses the term "religiousity" to describe pictures. My geography teacher is decent when he slips out of his monotone, same with my anthropology teacher, and my art teacher would do us all a great deed if he slipped into a sixteen week coma.

So yeah. School again. Meh.