All in a Good Day

Today was a Very Good Day.


I woke up a little late this morning, but it was alright. I wasn't rushing (well, yes I was but it was the slow kind, when you're still half-asleep). I took my time in the shower and got ready for school. And then the most bizarre thing happened to me. As I was putting my hair up in a ponytail I noticed something shiny in my hair. I just assumed it was hair with too much hair product, but, no!, this hair was white.
WHITE. Well, it is called grey but it was white. I have [a] grey/white hair. I always knew this day would come; it actually happened to my cousin very early and now she dyes her hair. I was excited for some reason and I told my mother and all she said was "okay." It was a much bigger deal to me, obviously. She told me it was a sign of wisdom.
I had, as per usual, left myself about four minutes to eat a bowl of cereal, brush my teeth again, put on my shoes/coat/gloves, and get down to be in time for the bus. My mom was going on telling me how I was going to be late, etc, and then she kept telling me how I had to eat more. I explained to her (calmly of course) that I simply didn't have time. She looked at me and said, "Well you're not going to school unless you eat!"
"Oh yeah, um Mom I don't really feel like having breakfast today..."
And so the joking continued, and I made it out in perfect timing to catch the bus.

Got to school. Went to Graz's room where I had planned a breakfast party with Hanna Wolle. She brought Panera bagels (mmmmm) and I brought muffins. Juice was had. Jokes were made. All was good.
The morning was great--I don't really enjoy school in general but it was flying by. Hurrah. Got to fourth hour, tried to do an AP Bio lab and failed miserably. I think I'm going to fail that 60 point lab, but I was more irritated about my own lack of competence. Proceded to fail a 30-point quiz that I had only half-heartedly studied for. That one's gonna hurt my grade.
Accounting was stupid, and I feel bad for the Student Teacher because no one likes her. I try to be nice and cut her some slack but sometimes I just want to smack her upside the head, just to remind her that we aren't kindergarteners.
PE was actually really cool. I like going to the weight room a lot. I think I sprained my hamstring though, so that wasn't much fun. But! Joanna's in my PE (always fun) and there are two ... er... shall we say... "boys" in my class. One of them is just a friend but he's really a wonderful guy, and the other is a potential love interest. No, I'm kidding, he probably isn't but he's certainly nice eye candy. And then there's Bryan Collins; we have the weirdest relationship. But he's fun to joke around with.
I did a bunch of curls and felt good, that was nice. Went to US History, in which I had completely (again) forgotten to do the reading... failed that quiz too. It doesn't matter though, I'll redeem myself eventually. Mostly I just really love Mr. Hudson. He's so much fun. He's like a really old (and intelligent) supersenior.
The bell rang, went to my locker and then got on the bus, and came home. Did some more weight lifting stuff and watched TEEN JEOPARDY which was awesome.
not important.
My parents came home and I made my dad some soup because he isn't feeling really well. I started reading "The Economist" (it's an economic magazine, basically. It's by far the best magazine, and I mean worldwide. It's good stuff.) and it was really interesting.
and then!
The Mother requested my assistance in shoveling the driveway. Not that much snow, but certainly enough to warrant a shovel. And so I packed on the head gear (literally, I was wearing two hats and earmuffs) and other general winter wear and shoveled the driveway and cleaned off my car.
For the first time ever though, I really didn't mind it. It had warmed up considerably and I think I was so warm anyway that I just didn't feel the cold. The air was so still and peaceful; it was beautiful.

I needed to do something. So, finally, I did it.

I made my first snow angel.


Yep, that's right. Smack-dab in the middle of my front yard. And it was the most liberating experience. I spent a few minutes just chucking snow around (my snowball creating experience was rather disappointing) and then I had the brilliant idea to just throw in the towel and be a kid.
I walked on the sidewalk and just stared at the perfectly-fallen snow for a short while, and waited for a car to pass.
I took a few steps into the (surprisingly) deep snow. There. In the middle.
Deep breath, in and out.

Then I let go.
THUNK, I landed on the ground and it wasn't wet and I didn't really care about the slight pain from crashing into the solid ground. And so it began; I waved my arms and swished my legs.

Right in the middle of my yard is a snow angel. I made one in the backyard too.

Today was a Very Good Day indeed.