Block One: A Compare and Contrast Post #rewind

HELLLLO SEMESTER TWO.
I hate you already.
But really, you just can't blame me. All of my first semester classes not only had stellar teachers, but also amazingly bonded students. We were little families, and school was the most enjoyable it had ever been.
Until I walked into block one on January 30th. It was a cold, unfamiliar room with no cozy touches, witty posters, and definitely no awesome floor lamp. I sat at a desk with a nasty periodic table printed on it and my heart sank as we took notes on how to measure. The class was dead quiet, not even a whisper. I never thought I would admit to this but I found myself missing Max and Abrams showboating. I even miss the little 50 Essays book that I drudged around everywhere. To sum it up, I have post-semester depression.
If any of you are feeling the same (and I'm SURE you are), here are some pictures to nostalgia over.... if you don't mind the fact that I just turned nostalgia into a verb.

Cards and Graham creep hard. 

that ostrich...