Upon arrival, it became clear that I had no idea where the class was being held. My plan to follow the curly-haired atheletic boy led to temporary success, or at least group failure when I stumbled upon a small group of students and parents who supposed the class might be taking place inside the gym. We were quickly directed to the 900 building by a girl who may or may not have had the authority to do so.

While following the desired male teacher down the hallway, I was overcome with the strange sensation that I was being led to my death by a deranged maniac who late at night dawned a pig mask and terrorized handsome movie stars. A strange fear entered my head, one that prodded me with the image that the door to room 909 would open and reveal a large meatgrinder. Unfortunately, no such device was present.

I looked in the back of the classroom and noticed that my redneck friends had gotten there long before me, and somehow knew where to be. The opening fifteen minutes was basically an attempt to calm the room and pass out needed materials. Minute sixteen was Mrs. Shelton's explination of the next two weeks. Somewhere past her introduction of the desired male teacher, It slowly dawned on me that, by some cruel trick of fate, my teacher had been pre-determined to be this horrible witch-woman.

"The nasty things you've heard about my aren't true," she explained. "In case you havent noticed, people your age lie."
"Oh, i've got another one for you. I'll tell you later," the desired male teacher added.
"Really?"

After the break which came twenty minutes too late, some of the rising freshman apparently pushed Shelton's buttons a tad too much, and our lecutre on drunk driving was quickly transformed into a glurgish tale of woe. Such things did little to change my view of drunk driving, seeing as it was already one of disapproval.

Due to minor complications, my DVD for Children of the Living Dead was not shipped. I will have to procure another one, If I am to be entertained.