His first day…

I hated not being here to get him off the bus, I thought I was going to be needed in class, as it turns out, I wasn’t, not really (will get to that later).
I did call, as soon as Mum said he got home. I wanted to ask him how things went.
So yeah…Harley had a good first day at his new school. *smiles* 
They do check sheets, to track behavior and goals. They earn points, which turn into dollars for the school store.
Harley earned all his points yesterday, he had an "Excellent" day.
He was in a good mood…Happy even. He knew one of the kids there (he use to go to Alba too), so it’s not like he doesn’t know anyone.
He tested out of the section of his reading that he’d been doing at school (It was one of the things that transferred with him).
Apparently he didn’t realize he could hula hoop before yesterday! 

On to my school stuff. Ugh. *rolls eyes* *sigh* 
Not bad, for the most part really.
I need to finish writing, then type up my reseach paper, and make my poster board for my presentation. The research paper got easier when he said he didn’t expect us to do citations. WooHoo! All he asks is we make a note somewhere about where we got our information. It’ll make figuring out how to organize it easier, plus I hate citation pages and muddying up my paper with citations. That is due tomorrow (Wednesday).
Thursday we have to have our first lesson plan done. I found one online that I’m going to attempt to tweak and make it my own. Hopefully that works.
It’s the group project that is stressing me out. Thing is, I could do this project on my own. I might even be able to manage to get it done on time in addtion to all the other stuff that needs done…But nope…I’m stuck in what is possibly the worst group in all the world. I felt bloody well invisible yesterday in class when we were suppose to be working on it. They were not taking it seriously (no surprise there)…I was actually upset to the point that I was in tears on the way home! I have no idea why I’m that upset over a school project, but…*shrugs*  [Probably didn’t help that I was already feeling on the down side.]
We have a small class, there are 7 of us in total. The four other girls in the class sit in the front row. I sit the next row back, with the only two guys in the class. Who really, serve no useful purpose.  The one missed the first 4 classes! The other one, despite knowing we are only given one ‘free’ miss day, and get points taken away for any other missed days, has missed two, and from what I’ve gathered with his interactions/communications with others in class, they were simply because he didn’t want to be there…And he thinks that is fine.
I missed my little boy coming home from his first day of a new school because I didn’t want to miss class and risk messing up the group assignment…& I get stuck with the two people in the class that don’t give a damn about the class.
We are suppose to be making a board game, with 26 spaces, each space with an activity that would get the players moving somehow. I was willing to do whatever subject they wanted, but I thought I’d hae some kind of say. They picked soccor, so something I know nothing about…& then they started coming up with things, but making the number of what the kids are suppose to do outrageous! This is suppose to be for elementary school students! *sigh* When I said something to such effect, I was blown off.
Honestly, I was near tears in class.

I think Nikolai is sick…Or maybe he’s just old. I’m fairly certain he’s lost some weight in his flanks.
He wanted out of his cage badly last night. He climbed around on my shoulders and back for quite a while.
I don’t know…Hopefully he’s not sick, and not age getting to him…Maybe he’s jsut been sad too.

Oh yeah…we are suppose to track our food & exercise for class(es)…For a week, or two…I’m not really sure. Need to find out.
It’s really just annoying.

Have to take Harley to get new shoes after he gets home…The sole is pretty much off the one he is wearing. & he left his sandels at his father’s, so he doesn’t even have them to wear. I felt like crap sending him to school in those shoes…But they are all he had here. *sigh* 

I think that’s about it for the moment.