The best part about going back to school yesterday? Sitting in Diana's class and smiling at the though of reading vulture's first rant about her fashion/hair.

The worst part about going back to school yesterday? While I was thinking about vulture's past rants, Diana was already talking about the daunting semester-long assignment. She didn't ease into by asking how our holidays were or anything. She just jumped in by handing back the last assignments from last semester (as I predicted...thanks for starting things off in a good way), and then launching into all the particulars of this semester. Thanks, Diana, I don't really care how your Christmas was, either.

Things had already gone too well up to that point. In the previous class, we had to sign up for group assignments. I had glanced to my left, past jnadiger to meladuck, and did the "do you want to?" face/shrug, to which she answered with a similar shrug. As we had to get into groups of 4-6 (I think), I had thought that me, meladuck, jnadiger, vulture, maikopunk, and Sara (no blog name) would make a good group. However, upon turning away from face-talking with meladuck, a classmate who shall remain nameless (should we call her Voldemort...those who have lowered their standards enough to read the Harry Potter books would get the reference) shouted across the room asking if meladuck and I would like to be in a group with her and another classmate. Meladuck and I both froze: we both knew that this was her horror coming true. I immediately felt so bad. Neither of us could risk shouting "no" across the room, but we weren't exactly sure what to say (we could assume that the others would want to work with us, but we all know what happens when we assume, either way, I'm an ass). So we said "sure".

So here it is, an open apology to meladuck: I'm sorry. I will do my best to make the best out of the situation. And as she said, we're together for two years; it was bound to happen.