So today, in AP Psychology, we had a pop quiz on the reading I didn't do. But it was Ok. It was over the section on sexual orientation. It felt like cheating.
Of course, that same period, I had to explain to the not-unattractive (to put it mildly) teachers aide what a refractory period was in terms of male sexuality. The refractory period is how long it takes after a guy has ejaculated for him to be able to er- "perform" again. My teacher wasn't the only one blushing by the end of the period.
Speaking of blushing, a friend of mine is trying to set me up on a date. I'm excited, I guess, but I'm also really nervous. You see, I've never met the guy. I don't know if that's normal for high schoolers to just rush into dating like that. But then again, I know very little about normal anything. It just seems like a brash first step considering I've never dated anyone, and I hardly even talk to any males. What the hell, everyone has firsts, don't they?
Like the first time you try snowboarding. Which, for me, will be tomorrow. Probably about the same time most kids are in second hour. Ditching is bad. But not having anything interesting after spending 17 years in this hellhole is worse.