Blackwell sucks ass! I told myself not to whine so soon, but damn… The day started like Christmas morning. I barely had any dreams because I was so pumped to start my first official day of my new life. Like a dork I couldn’t figure out what to wear, so I chose what was on the floor. I’m no good with names and faces right away, but I picked up some names like KateBrookeTaylorAlyssa…

And how could I forget Victoria Chase? Rich, stylish, entitled. I could feel INSTANT JUDGEMENT when she looked at my raggedy ass clothes. As if I’m at Blackwell to strike fashion poses… Maybe I'm being extra crispy sensitive, but I think Victoria wants life here to be like her own reality show. Ugh…

So that wasn’t fun along with my general social unease… I thought it would be easier being back. Call the waaahmbulance! I don’t want this day to end all “Woe is Max”. It was incredible to walk across the green campus in the morning mist. I love the stone steps and brick walls of Blackwell. Everything is a picture waiting to be taken… Speaking of, at least one great thing did happen today: Mr. Jefferson’s photography class. Sigh…

There’s more to tell but journal, forgive me, I’m truly wiped out.