To read Day 1, click here.

After such a ridiculous first day, I was actually looking forward to the second day of class. I know, it’s crazy to think, but I was actually looking forward to going to school. Although, when you think about it, it makes perfect sense. It’s community college, so the work was a joke, plus the teacher put every single word she said online in the form of lecture notes, so I didn’t have to do anything in class. Basically, school for me is like a 3-and-a half-hour long episode of Real World: St. Louis.

Let’s just say day 2 didn’t disappoint. Mrs. Ms. Smith started things off by telling yet another ridiculous story. According to Mrs. Ms. Smith, St. Louis used to have a problem with nude drivers on the highway distracting other drivers. What? Since when? I’ve lived in St. Louis my entire life and have never seen anything close to a naked driver on the highway (I once saw a hillbilly on the way to Six Flags who looked like he had no shirt, but turns out there was a wifebeater that had been consumed by his fat). Mrs. Ms. Smith, however, has apparently seen a naked driver three times.

Mrs. Ms. Smith also has completely changed the way she speaks to the class. Yesterday she was prim and proper, using perfect english. Today, we’ve already had her use the phrases “tripping” and “check yourself” and it’s not even 11 yet. What middle-aged white woman uses those phrases? Better yet, who in general is using those phrases?

The highlight of the day, however, was when she broke us into groups for a class exercise. Clearly, only good could come from this. The question we were given was to describe, in detail, the last party we attended. Some of the highlights:

• One of the groups had no members who had been to a recent party. I mean, we had the option of going back like 10 years and they still couldn’t come up with anything. Talk about awkward silences.
• My group took the cake for the most insane answers. One girl said she recently threw a pool party and then added that she didn’t like the party because she ended up getting her hair wet. Umm, are we being serious? You threw a pool party. What the hell did you expect to happen to your hair?
• The other girl in my group talked about how she went to a party last weekend and had a great time but got a little too plastered. Said girl is pregnant. Now, I’m not a doctor but I’m pretty sure that’s not OK.
• Of course, the girl Boy Scout from yesterday informed us she “didn’t really go out in high school.” Really? I never would have guessed.

Needless to say, I am unbelievably excited for day 3.