So today wasn't the best of days. Monday was great. It was my last Monday of school ever, and that prospect was just sooo exciting. Tuesday wasn't as good. Wednesday was better (Maria was back, and we went to the park and threw a frisbee at Mateo and company who doesn't have a codename...he can be Bama Boy), but today was teary. Part of the overflow of emotions might be due to my sleepiness. I stayed up a little later than usual the night before. And then there was a bunch of other random stuff and so I was pretty much Debbie Downer all day.
It didn't help at all that as I was coming home, I stopped to fill my dad's borrowed van up with gas. As I was pulling out, there was this nice thump and accompanying crunch: I hit something. And now there's this gorgeous red paint and scratches all on the driver's side of the vehicle. My parents are seriously unhappy with me right now. I got lectured on watching the mirrors and being aware of my surroundings (and the size of my vehicle). My mom said "What if that had been a little kid?"
And now I am going to subject myself to the second part of the math placement test for Auburn, even though I don't intend to take a math class (keep your fingers crossed!) and I already failed the algebra portion (I got a 68%....oops).
After the math test, I might play with my little sister or watch a movie or something. One redeeming factor about today: Chero signed my yearbook, and if Mateo followed through like he told me he would, then he signed it too. I also had my piano lesson and my teacher complimented the musicality of one of my pieces. :) YAY! I have a recital coming up and I'm excited. So there's some good news to counterbalance the less-pleasant aspects of today.
We graduate a week from today.
*The title of this post is a line from a song, "Breathe into Me" by Red. Good song. :) I also like their song "Already Over", if you wanna check it out.
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