Today was a pretty good day, considering the pattern of sucky days I've had recently. Coming off a good weekend, I expected today to be almost catastrophic. I fully believe in Murphy's Law and the pleasure-pain principle. For those of you that don't know, Murphy's Law states, "Anything that can go wrong, will." The pleasure-pain principle says that every moment of pleasure in life has to be balanced out by a moment of pain. Like light and dark, the sun and the moon, man and woman. Yin and yang all the way.
I woke up slightly late this morning. It was cold, I was tired, and it's Monday. I wore my monogram shirt today and randomly found some matching hair combs to compensate for the bad hair days that come so often. I always get Laverne jokes when I wear this shirt, though. Monograms are hot! This is one trend I'm totally cashing in on. The rugrats were being annoying this morning (like always), and I had to scrape individual snowflakes off my windshield, but I got to school on time.
I even managed to keep to my resolution to drive more carefully. Riding with Stephanie to Mykella's party made me realize that I'm getting careless. That's not good. So I made it a point today to drive a bit slower and watch a bit better. And I did. On Saturday, I parked between
two cars, too. My parking is getting much better lately. This morning, I only parked next to one car, and I had to back up to get in right, but still, I did it. Yay me.
School was fine. Not quite good, though, because it's school. We had an interesting sub for Ms. Comerford. I copied the notes from the book, then spent most of the period having rousing conversation with Craig and Danelle.
I think I did okay on my Adkins test. At least, I don't feel like I got another C. He asked again today to see who was going to take the test. I'm still on the fence, but I think I can handle it. I'll ask some more people tomorrow to see if I can hunt down a free-or-mostly-free book. I'm just wary of putting myself through the extra stress.
And, the AP US History and AP Lit tests are on successive days -- not cool. I'll make my final decision tomorrow, I suppose.
AP Lit was fine. We had another quiz on
The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man, but we're finally finished with it. We've been discussing for a long time, considering how short the book is. We finished with more discussion. I half-participated, as usual. She never minds, though.
We had It's Ac after school. It was fun, as usual. I love trivia, and being the Spelling Goddess, and beating Ian and Greg to the buzzer. I also love answering history questions. All I need is some more study of science, and I'll be all set for my life's ambition. (The
Jeopardy! appearance, remember?)
When I got home, I got what may be the shock of my life. When I applied to the University of Pittsburgh, they suggested anyone looking for merit scholarship consideration apply by January 15th and submit an essay or something that demonstrates a talent. My talent is writing, so I sent them a copy of "The Porridge Diaries." Well, someone in the Pitt offices loves me and my grades, because they offered me a
full tuition scholarship! I accidentally read the stack of papers they sent backwards, so I got to the actual award letter last. Once I realized what it said, I went rushing to find my parents. I said, "Dad, dad, dad, look, look, look!" My whole family was jumping up and down (well, almost), and my mom called my grandparents. It was such an amazing feeling. It wasn't so amazing to have my dad digging through my college files, but whatever. Whoo.
I did some homework, watched
Everwood (which makes up for the recent suckiness of
7th Heaven), and got online. Which usually means my day is over. On to the next.
