October 1, 2008

So I've decided that today has earned the title of "Best Day of 2008 (So Far)," by no means in attempt to belittle it since 2008 has sucked. It is because of the tiniest, simplest things and the tiniest, simplest difficulties I've had to overcome to be here as pleased as I am right now.

Everything should've gone wrong. When I went to bed at midnight, my mom was sleeping in the living room since my dad had a headache and had already gone to bed. This is annoying, restricting my freedom of movement I gain during the night since no one is awake or out in the open to call my name for some minor thing. I set my alarm clock for 5:06AM, actually willing to wake up an hour early to catch the bus since it meant I could at least listen to my iPod on a relaxing trip in the dark across the area since I had just downloaded 36 Anberlin songs the previous day. You see, I always set my alarm clock for times ending in ":06" for some unknown reason. This would have major impacts on the rest of my day.

I awoke before my alarm went off, though it took me a minute to assess this. I knew I could fall asleep in less than a second once I went to, but I checked the clock first, hoping it was still before 3:30AM so that I could fall back asleep long enough so that I did not fall back asleep to wake up feeling horrible. It turns out it was actually 5:03AM; three minutes after the average person would have set it, but three minutes before I did. Waking up on my own was NOT an option, so I set my alarm clock for 5:20 before switching to my normal 6:06 since it made more sense to me at the time.

I was even more tired than usual, something I really didn't need since I had fallen asleep in just about everyone of my classes over the previous two days. To top it off, I was out of body wash, forcing me to use soap, which makes my skin feel all dry and tight and just plain icky. My hair's prospects weren't too badly affected since I stole a bottle of shampoo. I drifted off a couple of times while getting ready for school, so my mom actually beat me for once at being ready to leave. I was going to get to school at 7:40-7:45AM, giving me a short time to do my first real Latin homework assignment of the year. I stayed sitting in the band hall finishing it three minutes after the bell rang, before hurrying up to the 900 building. Luckily, none of my teachers seem to care anymore if a student is tardy; in fact, I don't think any of them do in the least bit. Yates talked longer than usual, putting me in a bad spot to pretty much do all of my APUSH timeline due the next period. Uh oh, maybe this day just wasn't meant to be.

His assignment for the rest of the class at 8:25 was to study. I whipped out my timeline and textbook and did nearly the whole thing. I managed to finish it in Thomas' class, which I think she saw me doing, though that didn't matter; crisis averted. We got to watch a video, and it was at about this time that I realized that I was NOT tired. The video went over stuff I had learned years ago, probably in American History in 7th grade, at the latest. During it, I pulled out a cookie to eat since it was the thing extra I could eat then and still have an actual lunch.

It all started to get better in calculus. I had bordered on the edge of sleep (I don't think I 100% did, meaning calculus is now the only class I haven't fallen asleep in yet this year, mainly since MJ said very seriously last year that I couldn't do that in BC) the previous day, so when I asked William how to do something about the section we were on, he explained it using stuff I didn't know. It took us a minute to realize that I didn't know anything about implicit differentiation at all, explaining why I never understood his great teaching. Anyway, by the end of class, I was ecstatic about math for the first time all school year since I could apply dy/dx implicitly skillfully (except not really).

Knoll took thirty minutes to finish finding out who did their homework, and I have absolutely no clue how she got stalled that long. Normally, we're lucky to hold her for fifteen, but half the class is just crazy. During the period, I did my AP Lang essay, even though it wasn't due until sixth period. Why? I didn't want to do it at lunch; I wanted to do calculus at lunch. I'm ashamed of that, but at least it was homework I chose to do instead of homework I had to do in a matter of minutes. A lot of people that eat on the hill were gone, meaning I could sit at the table and do the math homework like I wanted. I was sort of getting ahead on my studies!

It was in chemistry that I put together my enthusiasm for calculus and my ability to stay completely awake and focused as a sign that this was one of the greatest days ever. It hit me with Ewart announced that I had gooten an 87 on the chem test, about 87 points higher than I thought I would get after failing the test. I guess the only question I got wrong was the basic reaction one that I didn't remember how to do so I just left an electron floating around in there. Not to revel in their misfortune, but people got significantly lower grades than me, meaning that I actually may have understood the chapter a good bit better than my classmates; and these guys are the best of the best.

I had actually done the AP Lang homework, so the class was a breeze. The best part? No homework due the next day! The time flew by incredibly fast in piano, and I was awake the whole way through. For the first time in probably a year, I managed to stay awake the whole day!

When I got home, I found out that Jeff Gordon will be unveiling his new paint scheme tomorrow, the #24 team's first change since 2001. I cannot wait to see it, and bid farewell to the flames scheme he continued to dominate with over the last eight years, the only of which I still have merchandise for that I can wear (I did have Jeff Gordon rainbow paint scheme T-shirts until he changed after 2000, when I was eight, and maybe a little shorter and skinnier than I am now). However, tomorrow, for fan day, I will show my pride for Hendrick's newest current driver, Dale Earnhardt Jr.

The only way this day can get any better is if the Red Sox win tonight, since it will be still be today over there in Los Angeles when it ends, even though it will already be tomorrow here. Peace out.