Back To School.

So in case you didn't know, which I assume you didn't, today was my first day back at school. Over the last few days, everyone seemed to be freaking out - it's our first year of Sixth Form - about what to wear, so I'll tell you what I wore. I wore jeggings. Boom. Take that, dolled up rest.
Sorry, I just really couldn't be arsed to wear anything nice, but did apply some eyeliner and lip tint in the car, so I expect you to be proud of me. Plus, my favourite thing ever to wear right now is a blazer anyway, but I still looked slightly like a scarecrow compared to the others in their fancy new leather jackets and dresses and whatnot.
So this is something I really don't understand. Coming into Sixth Form, we've had more than ten first days of school, so why does everyone still act like it's something really big and important what you look like? Geez, people, we've known each other for at least all of High School (and, mostly, Middle School as well) so we've seen each other in all these amazingly embarassing phases of puberty, including seventh effing grade, so what you wear when you come back to shool really isn't going to matter. Be happy I bothered putting my contacts in.
Everything's just cool, if you don't count the fact that I have to have the worst schedule ever. In like the history of bad schedules.
One of my friends has two frees first thing in the morning on two days and only has to stay in on the afternoon two times as well.
For me, school effing starts at eight a.m. EVERY morning and I have to stay in four out of five days a week. Life is so unfair. On a lighter note, I only have the teacher who hates me with all of her might in History (which we all have to take) and I am not going to write my final exams in that anyway, so I might as well fail. Others have her in Lit as well, and we have to take that as a written exam, so if that would've happened to me, I might've just as well left school. 
There's this new guy in our year and rumour has it (actually, I started that rumour off but he told me so I assume it's right) that his parents took him out of school for the last two years because if he would've done just one single thing slightly against school rules, he would've gotten thrown out, and let me tell you, that's a really, really, really hard thing to achieve where I live. So I thought I might make him my new best friend, both of us being sort of new considering I was at another school last year, but I think he thinks I'm a bit of a twat. Also, he's sort of a total douche.
My fingers are ice cold, by the way.