Happy Hands: The Beginning

Okay, my sign language class is technically called "the Last Hour," but I was having some Napoleon nostalgia. The first class went well, I suppose. There are quite a few students this year (about 15), a good number of them 7th grade boys (which is better than the usual 6th grade majorty); however, there are more highschoolers this year, which is a pleasant change.
I went to the fair twice this last week; mostly, we just walked around, looking at the exhibits and merchant buildings and animals--they had the cutest little saddled pony in the petting zoo (I would have petted it, but it was really shy, standing in a corner looking sleepy and human-weary). I only went on a few rides this year (partially due to the ridiculous price of tickets), the highlight being the Zipper, of course, which can't possibly be safe. Toni and I nearly screamed our heads off. It was awesome.
I have a butt-load of homework to do this weekend. Signing off...