How I became a human anthill... and the first day of class

I was rightly nervous about the workload in store when I signed up for three writing classes and Spanish (although I think the knowledge gained will be very helpful long-term). I'm excited about basketball, which I acquired as kind of a creativity/sanity booster (just forget about writing for an hour) and saxophone class of course. I also really like all my teachers and classes except one, but there's still hope for that class to be awesome.

I also keep running into people who know my name and I only vaguely remember theirs, and where I know them from. The latest example occurred last night with a girl named Katarina (or was it Catalina?). Who knows...

At least the girl I ran into about four times today was familiar to me. Her name is Melissa and I know her from my Wyview ward last year. I saw her for the second time right before noon. I was just setting my stuff down on a nice grassy hill in the shade of a tree, excited to eat and read while taking advantage of the good weather, when she walked by and stopped to say, "Jessica, you're crawling with ants!"

"What?" I jumped up quickly and looked down. Sure enough, there were black and red ants swarming all over me and my stuff. (Luckily I hadn't gotten my food out yet.) There was no warning- I hadn't even felt the slight tickling sensation of dozens of little legs crawling all over you- but in the five seconds I had been sitting in the grass, about thirty ants were all up and down my legs, shorts, and shirt. Thirty more were exploring my backpack. "Oh, thanks!" I said to Melissa while furiously trying to brush myself off. They were very stubborn ants. Some may even have been trained in the secret ninja arts of Avoiding the Hand.

"No problem," Melissa said, watching with no small amusement. "Well, I'm on my way somewhere- see you."

I moved inside after she left. And killed three more of the ninja ants I found crawling on my backpack or on me before I felt safe taking out my sandwich.