A Number of Holes, Some Big, Some Small.

What is there to say about a day like today?

Truthfully, I never planned for that to rhyme. But it seems to definitely fit the events of this December's day.

As with any other day, it didn't start out very normal. Running in temperatures a little over twenty degrees really makes your insides freeze. I have truthfully never felt my face and neck become so stiff that it's painful to move my head. I've never felt wind so cold and strong that it made me want to throw up. But I've never had so much fun in the cold. Standing under the shower after a numbing practice is excruciatingly painful. And when you can't feel your thighs rubbing against each other as you walk around in your towel...it kind of worries you!
The day didn't stop there. Being the only girl in your shop class [not to mention the only one working on a major project] really has it's perks. Not only do you get a lot of leeway when it comes to showing up for second period even LATER-you seem to get all of the attention. Which, I will admit, I hate most of the time. But when it comes to showing off my boyish skills, I'm happy to put on a show.
The rest of the day consisted of a lot of talking. While algebra never really seems to be any fun, my AP language class is awesome. Especially when we're doing something I really enjoy [writing thesis statements] in speed dating form, it's the best. But what tops it all off would have to be the fact that my English teacher doesn't send me to the office, or go off at me when my previous English teacher calls her to explain why I was gone for the whole last quarter of the class period. The fact that I didn't get in trouble was great. And the conversation held in that classroom? Anything but ordinary for me. But interesting. Kind of eye-opening.

I'm having problems at home. And all I can say towards that, from both my teacher's, father's, and my own perspective, is that I'm doing exactly what every teenager has to do. I'm going through an unruly, ugly stage. And truth be told, I hate it so much. I would much rather be able to bypass this phase and just get straight to the next. I want to be 'perfect' again. I want to be just another daughter.
I guess I'll have to wait for that.

For the record, this is all a little overwhelming for me. I mean, hm. It's hard to say I'm used to all of this. I'm a little frightened because I don't know what's ahead. I'm unsure. I'm new to all of this. But that doesn't mean that I'm willing to accept the challenge. I didn't know this would ever happen to me. But there is one thing I am for certain:

I am positive I can solve this mystery.