[Music| Victor Wooten - Bass Solo]
Thank God it's Friday. Long week? You have no idea. Today matched the ongoing theme this week, but is now turning itself around nicely.
Rainy in Minneapolis for the last couple days. Haven't seen the sun since Tuesday. It wasn't exactly cold. I've seen my breath at the bus stop every morning, but coats were optional by recess. But it's been rainy and cloudy and grey. But rain is better than snow, I guess. Because I'm sick and tired of shoveling. This year has been especially hard, since I've had to shovel my grandparent's sidewalk as well, after my grandpa's heart attack.
Woke up this morning, looked out the window. Overwhelmed by grey. Well then. I was tired, I was sick, I was not in any mood to go to school. So I asked for extra chocolate milk and griped on. Went to school. Relaxing bus ride. Relaxing, but not relaxing enough for my tired body. Got off the bus even more tired after my failed attempts at sleeping on the bus. Trudged up the stairs, did the latest set of nothing in morning homeroom, trudged down the stairs to art, worked on my collage, trudged back up the stairs, and met substitute #1 in math class. We did busy work, but it was justified because we had a sub. Went to French and met substitute #2. We watched the same video we had watched three times before, and did a completely different packet from the other three we've done on that video. I don't know how that worked, four different work sheets on the same video, but it made it easy because by now I've memorized their every line.
Lunch and recess came. I looked out the big windows in the lunch room, and noticed that, huzzah! It's sunny again! The sun didn't dim out forever! Went outside for recess, and enjoyed the warmth. For five minutes. Then recess was over and I trudged back up the stairs.
English. I had a speech to present. I didn't want to present it. Sure enough, I was one of the few who presented it today. Oh well. Now it's off my shoulders, and it's one less thing to worry about this weekend. Afternoon homeroom, and we had casual school pictures taken, and then went outside. It was nice. Very nice. Put me in a good mood. Got on the bus, opened the windows, and let the wind hit my face.
Got home, and took the dog for a walk. Took my MP3 player along. Sang loudly. It was cleansing, it was fun, it was the best thing I could have done.
My sister woke up this morning and did the same thing I did: Looked out the window, saw grey, felt sick. She gave up on the day though. She stayed home from school. And now the 'rents wont let her out of the house to enjoy the day. She says she's feeling better now. No doubt she felt better when the sun came out. But too bad for her. Loser.
Tomorrow, I go to a birthday party, and make more out of this already fine weekend. Good, 'cause I need a good weekend after a week like this.
Thank God it's Friday. Long week? You have no idea. Today matched the ongoing theme this week, but is now turning itself around nicely.
Rainy in Minneapolis for the last couple days. Haven't seen the sun since Tuesday. It wasn't exactly cold. I've seen my breath at the bus stop every morning, but coats were optional by recess. But it's been rainy and cloudy and grey. But rain is better than snow, I guess. Because I'm sick and tired of shoveling. This year has been especially hard, since I've had to shovel my grandparent's sidewalk as well, after my grandpa's heart attack.
Woke up this morning, looked out the window. Overwhelmed by grey. Well then. I was tired, I was sick, I was not in any mood to go to school. So I asked for extra chocolate milk and griped on. Went to school. Relaxing bus ride. Relaxing, but not relaxing enough for my tired body. Got off the bus even more tired after my failed attempts at sleeping on the bus. Trudged up the stairs, did the latest set of nothing in morning homeroom, trudged down the stairs to art, worked on my collage, trudged back up the stairs, and met substitute #1 in math class. We did busy work, but it was justified because we had a sub. Went to French and met substitute #2. We watched the same video we had watched three times before, and did a completely different packet from the other three we've done on that video. I don't know how that worked, four different work sheets on the same video, but it made it easy because by now I've memorized their every line.
Lunch and recess came. I looked out the big windows in the lunch room, and noticed that, huzzah! It's sunny again! The sun didn't dim out forever! Went outside for recess, and enjoyed the warmth. For five minutes. Then recess was over and I trudged back up the stairs.
English. I had a speech to present. I didn't want to present it. Sure enough, I was one of the few who presented it today. Oh well. Now it's off my shoulders, and it's one less thing to worry about this weekend. Afternoon homeroom, and we had casual school pictures taken, and then went outside. It was nice. Very nice. Put me in a good mood. Got on the bus, opened the windows, and let the wind hit my face.
Got home, and took the dog for a walk. Took my MP3 player along. Sang loudly. It was cleansing, it was fun, it was the best thing I could have done.
My sister woke up this morning and did the same thing I did: Looked out the window, saw grey, felt sick. She gave up on the day though. She stayed home from school. And now the 'rents wont let her out of the house to enjoy the day. She says she's feeling better now. No doubt she felt better when the sun came out. But too bad for her. Loser.
Tomorrow, I go to a birthday party, and make more out of this already fine weekend. Good, 'cause I need a good weekend after a week like this.
posted by Ryan W. at
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