School, school, I like school.

I really like school. I really, really like school, with all of its science-y goodness and the exhilaration of learning an average of three new things every day. But sometimes, like today, I look at the weeks of school I have awaiting me, and instead of looking like a beautiful woman, beckoning me to join her so she can expand my mind, it looks like a musclebound giant with a spiky club, just waiting to bash my head into the ground.

I don't have much else to say about that. I just wanted to write something today, and that's the best I can come up with.