We had our new teacher in english today. I can honestly say... I hate it. It's not that I hate the teacher. He's actually one of my best friends' dad. He's a cool guy. But... the room has been stripped down to absolute bare, white walls. All of his stuff is gone. It's extremely wierd. It's not even Hamilton's classroom anymore. It'll never be the same... As soon as I walked in and sat down, I wanted to cry. And in fact, I did. I don't know if it's just me, but I'm having a really hard time adjusting to all of this. I just want my teacher back.
I don't know how to take this. Do I take it as a sign? Is it preparing me for the future, full of change? If that's the case, then time, the world, everything must be working against me, because I'm not ready for the change. I don't like it one bit.
