A Wonderful Day

Yesterday morning I woke up on the ground. Twenty minutes later, I was woken up my a high pitched ringing that was not my alarm. My stomach was empty when I got to school. I took a quiz and all of the questions were meaningless, nothing more than symbols and squiggles. Acids and bases were thrown at me and all I had was a slim notebook to bat them out of the way. I got slammed. Calculus gave me an examination to see if I was worthy of the TI-89's presence.

I had to run a quarter mile when the bell sounded, twisting between throngs of hissing high school students. I had to endure the pain of waiting. I fell to the ground and was lit on fire. I dressed myself in stiff clothes of somebody else and tied the restrictive thing around my neck. It rained. I faced a panel of peers who said I'm "interesting". I blinked in the blinding lights and kept to the edge of the whole. I dissolved into tears. I watched people attack each other with swords and dirty faces. I went to bed hating my mother for nearly locking me out of my house, again. I woke up with blood, some wet and some crusted, staining my face and teeth, pooling around me.

But I woke up with my arms around my brother. The first thing I read was sent from my love. I filled that empty stomach with a warm, cinnamon treat. I aced that Chinese quiz and those chemistry notes caused me no distress. Slam poetry is the best thing ever. And I am worthy of my TI-89 - once I learn how to use it properly.

And I was running because I had somewhere to be, someone to go to. My patience was rewarded, and the fire cured my frozen state. My choir clothes and signature red bow tie marked me as a team member. I found a coupon that - coupled with some sweet chivalry - snagged me a delicious $1 dinner. The rain was kind of nice. And so what if they found me "interesting", at least they found me. Our concert went flawlessly. It made me cry tears of pure joy, so concentrated with bliss that surely my tears were not salty but sweet. I (finally!) saw Pirates of the Caribbean 4 which was worth the anticipation, no question. The last thing I read was too sent from my love, and it wrapped his arms around me and guided me to sleep. And I always wake up with a bloody nose when the air pressure changes.