This
morning, so far, has been anything but normal. Not to say that my typical day
is anywhere close to normal. This
morning I woke up an hour and forty minutes late, apparently my alarm clock
took a sick day today….. So upon waking to the unfamiliar morning sun, I did
gymnastics to exit my oh-so-comfortable bed.
I did an incredibly awkward flip out of bed in a panic and immediately
thought “At least three- tenths deduction for the execution, hopefully I can
stick the landing.” (I miss the Olympics)
I spent
three minutes trying to decipher if I had enough time to take a shower before
school. While giving my best Lady
Antebellum impersonation, I slipped…. and sure as hell stuck that landing… Got
out of the shower and of course, slipped again… When I hit the ground I looked
around to see if anyone saw (as if there would somehow be some kind of
audience).
After
getting myself ready I ran downstairs to find my mom standing in the kitchen. She
had made scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. When I told her I didn’t have
time to eat, she yelled at me. A quick argument later, I tossed the remaining
scraps of bacon and a mound of scrambled eggs between slices of bread and
called it a sandwich. I stuffed
everything into my backpack and grabbed my super special lunch box and snatched
my sneakers. When I put my backpack on…. It broke…. Everything flew everywhere….
I grabbed a new bag and started striding toward my driveway. With everything in
hand, a rabbit jumped out from the bush and I about had a heart attack. I
jumped and shook my sandwich so viciously that chunks of scrambled eggs
exploded in the air like egg fireworks around my “sandwich”. Sara was watching from the car and had a good
laugh at me. Since she decided to laugh, I decided to play along. As I got to
the car I began acting like Elmer Fud. I looked around like the hunting cartoon
and said “its wabbit season.” She laughed.
When we
approached the never-ending stop light in front of the school, a chunk of egg
rolled onto the floor. I had my window down and decided to pick it up and make
a friend. I held the chunk out the window toward the lady in the car next to
us. She looked over and I asked if she wanted some eggs. She was all sorts of
confused and said no thank you. I kept a straight face and persisted, claiming
the value of the egg. I told her it had cheese and pepper and was made with my
mom’s love. She rolled her window up and kept looking at us…. So I began to
dance. Sara and I giggled a bit as the light turned green.
Nothing
really happened until lunch time. I was on my way to lunch with my very special
lunch box and some underclassmen called me a stupid freshman. I said, “Actually
I’m a senior, and this lunch box is the key to happiness.” They said, “Oh did
your mommy pack it for you?” I said “Yes actually, comes equipped with a
pudding cup, a sandwich with a stamp that says ‘I love you’, and a note from my
mom also expressing her love.” Then I walked away swinging my lunch box like a
kindergartener. I showed everyone at lunch
my cool sandwich…. They thought it was pretty cool.
My typical
Thursday? It’s not even noon…..
Head up.
Eyes forward. Stand Out.
My life is average.
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