What I Would Do if I Was Happy to be a Superhero

Laura, that was very kind of you to hold off my punishments. I'm sure that when you're next feeling ticked at me you'll release the river of punishment, but until then I want to thank you.
Now, I must admit that this is a rather lazy post. Today was my first day in that terrifying abyss known as high school, and because of that I'm now feeling rather worn out. It doesn't help that I got only 2/3rds of my usual sleep last night, and that I now find myself with a nasty cold.
Long story short, I've got a lot of things on my mind. I tried to write a post all about my first day, but my mind kept wandering off. Besides, I'm not even sure how much I should share with you guys. Sorry, Russian Robots.
Perhaps I just need time to think. There was one rather exciting part in my day, though, which I want to share with you now.
I think you ought to know one thing; I'm now in a creative writing/publishing class! With any luck at all, that'll help me bring you people better content in the near future. I'm sure it will.
Walking into that room, it was like I'd found a precursor to paradise. Dozens of book posters adorned the walls, all sorts of quotes from various books. It was wonderful.
The people in the room were all diverse and interesting. To give yo an example of the quirkiness, in a class of about twenty people five or six are already distinct in my mind. There's someone who kept pretentiously talking about Shakespeare, another who had rock-bottom self confidence, one person who I think was a guy but may have been trans or at least gay, someone else who claimed that they could read five pages a minute... it was fascinating.
Then, there was the teacher. Not only did he have an epic name, but he was engaging and funny and seemed to know what he was talking about. After stalking him on the internet, I found out that he edits two writing magazines and has taught at Concordia university. This guy knows what he's talking about.
I do believe that'll be a good class.
I'm sorry, people. I'm super tired at the moment, not quite myself. I'm just going to cut this off here and call it a night.

Thanks for reading,

-Mark