First Day of School

September 6, 2010

Day 9

            If I were forced to choose between Italian cioccolato and my family, the decision would take a few minutes of guilt before I said goodbye to my family forever.  Ciooccolato is just so incredibly delicious, despite its unfortunate physical resemblance to tar. I feel that I deserved my miniature cup of this ambrosia today to make up for how many clumsy incidents I caused.

            Off the top of my head I recall stopping an entire bus by accidentally catching my bag’s hanging strap on the handrail, failing to get into a chair until I raised a ruckus moving it and the chair next to it around so much that the other chair eventually gave in to my accidental destructive power and dramatically toppled, arriving a full two hours early for school and confusing the Italian words for female anatomy and French fries.  In other words, my first day of school!

            No, this is not the blog of a gifted 4 year old describing her day in kindergarten, this is the unfortunate recollection of an accident-prone teenaged upperclassmen.

            How ironic that on this most momentous day, my first day riding public transportation here, first day of school, first day as an upperclassman, no one where I live can exchange any similar tales. Today is Labor Day, a holiday most of the highschoolers value for the three-day weekend it provides more than any respect or even knowledge of Labor Day itself.

            For more information, including my story of the good and evil identical twins I encountered see my video for today 

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Tally

PS. My military time informs me that it’s 00:00. It’s strangely ominous. Ah, the simultaneous waves of disappointment and relief as its sixty seconds of allotted time elapse and it is gone.