And then there was a bright spot.

My mentor teacher had a table found and delivered to her room for me. I hate it, because it’s some sort of geometric shape I don’t appreciate, where one part is wider than the other, and it hurts my OCD sensibilities. But I have it, which is better than trying to work on a corner of a perfectly rectangular table covered with nonsense that I assume is just recycling waiting to be recycled. It got moved to the other side of the room from my little corner I was stuck in, and this wall had a junction box on it that suspiciously looked like it might be an internet box. I grabbed one of my many trusty ethernet cables lying around my apartment (and by “lying around my apartment” i mean “stored in a box labeled ‘cords’ and stacked neatly in my storage closet”) and, praying to multiple gods who might have some sort of interest in me being connected to the outside world while stuck in high school, I plugged it in. Hooray! Internet! Sure, Facebook is blocked and half the things you might come across when you search on Google are blocked, but I can check my e-mail and write in this blog and generally keep myself from crying while I spend my fifteen minute lunch regretting all the choices I made in my life that have led me to this point.

Now all I need to the ability to leave and go retrieve coffee from a nearby coffeeshop run by hippies that sells only fair trade coffee and My Person™ right nearby for adventures to buggies (also run by hippies) that sell burritos and former alleys turned into restaurant’s that serve delicious bagel sandwiches (again, made by hippies).

Never really thought I’d actually miss Athens…