I'm stuck as to what to write between my experiences in English class or my oddly weird unknown fetish?

I think I'll go for the first one, since the thought has been marinating too much in my head that Tom Collicchio would tell me it's overkill.

It's my fourth day at El Camino.  Correct me, third day since there was labor day.  I am finally an established student (or I guess I can say that considering I usually get my groove on after the third day).

The thought that lingers most in my mind as of the moment is my reading level, which is why I've decided to write this little piece in the first place:  To disobey my professor's orders and to share the world what I got despite telling us that these scores should be private.

On one test, I got a 12.5 reading level (grade level, go figure) and on some RFU (forgot what it actually was, but go look it up anyway), I'm a high school freshman.

How embarassing?

Whatever.

As for the other part of this blog, you can message me about it because it's not something to be told over facebook.  To tell you the truth, it's an observation, not necessarily a fetish.  So there.

Work tomorrow.  Leaving my station at 12 while short two people will not leave my conscience and I can hear Chef yelling on me a la Ramsay by calling me either a stupid cow or a lazybitch or somewhere along those lines.

But yeah, I hope not.