Good Times, Cold Days

I feel like I'm cheating on you, Mister Blogger. Tonight I received an e-mail from my AP Language teacher, requesting that we all read an article and reply to it on the related forum, as well as comment on someone else's post. Needless to say I was as giddy as could be, finally being able to do something for homework I was actually INTERESTED in! I got to blog for homework! Score! And what's even better is my forum post actually got a response. Oh the excitement.

When my mother woke me up yesterday morning, I had no idea the kind of hell I was about to face out on the roads. With no working heat, old tires, and fogged up windows I drove street to street, dropping off both sisters on opposite sides of McDermott. While I most enjoy the snow, I was afraid every time I had to lean over the dashboard, while driving, and wipe the window off so I could barely see. I didn't want to go to school. I wanted to stay home. I wanted to crawl back into bed and avoid the day.
But this snow was not bad. No, actually, I saw it as a sign of hope. I was amazed when I looked outside and no longer heard or saw rain, but the freezing, white clumps of ice. Tiny and frail. Melting instantly as they hit the ground. Accumulating only on cars and rooftops. I am one who loves to blow smoke rings from my mouth and hear the crunch of ice under my feet. So when I finally got through it all and got fitted for my letterman jacket [can you believe it?! the day has come!], I walked outside with two of my friends through the parking lot. We packed and balled tiny snow missiles, and for a few minutes we weren't at school. We were playing in someones front yard. We were running around, smiling and stuffing snow in each other's faces. To see two seniors and a junior ducking between cars and scavenging for ice patches would have to be something hilarious to see. For five minutes I forgot I was at the school. I forgot I had to go and actually learn. For five minutes I was laughing and playing just like it used to be.
But I assure you. If there was a snow day tomorrow, I'd be doing that ALL day.

I'm cold and weak. I miss going to practice. I have to miss practice this week. I'm not happy about that. But I'm dealing with it. I've grown restless in the winter weather and that's not normal. Yet everything should be getting easier? Hm. It makes me think sometimes. The craziness and all.
Alright. Bed sounds good right about now. It's time to sleep. Time to finally dream again.
Time to get lost in my thoughts and be inspired by dark and drowsiness. Time to get lost in myself.