sunny day, sweepin' the clouds away
Sometimes all it takes to make a good day is waking up on the right side of the bed. Of course, my bed has one side shoved against a wall, making it completely impossible to get out of it but one way (except for maybe going to the foot of it, but what sense would that make?). But never mind that. During tea yesterday afternoon, Jen and I were discussing fall and that it just suddenly felt like it was fall and how happy we were that it was fall. (I'm actually seeing how many times I can say fall in one sentence.) Of course, it was still a little warmer than we liked, but something in the air was different. This morning, something was definitely different. I was cold. I got into my nice, hot shower that only produces hot showers until about November, but I was still cold. I went to make the coffee and open the windows and get dressed, but I remained chilly. I opened up my favorite weather website, and there it was:
It was 58 degrees outside.
Annie and I left our apartment with our sweatshirts on, happy that they had a use other than keeping us from becoming hypothermic and bored in our lectures. Somehow, I made it through Med-Surg without wanting to die of stress (I blame the cool weather and my sweatshirt) and got to Peds without having a nervous breakdown. I took the test. I rocked the test. And then I left, knowing that I had made minimal errors due to my test anxiety and could not have done much better had I had another half an hour to study. And this, my friends, is the magic of fall.
It's amazing that a little bit of good weather can make a test day so amazing. For example, had the test gone badly, I would have gotten angry that my local video rental store did not have The Way We Were in stock today. I would have thrown a fit when I could not find curry paste again. I would have freaked out when I realized that I had forgotten to write an assignment, even though I got it in before 3 this afternoon. And, it made the clarinet section's 2007 t-shirts (see below on right) that much more cool.
The picture isn't a final copy of what is on the shirt, which is a periwinkle. But, nevertheless, it just so happens that we have the greatest section shirt in the history of the Pride of Arizona. Rees (see shirt) says so. "Behold the majesty and grandeur that is the clarinet shirt."
And so went the greatest Monday in the history of Mondays. I did not think it possible.
Except, now I'm lacking Gilmore GIrls for my Monday evening veg/procrastinate fest. Such a bummer.
It was 58 degrees outside.
Annie and I left our apartment with our sweatshirts on, happy that they had a use other than keeping us from becoming hypothermic and bored in our lectures. Somehow, I made it through Med-Surg without wanting to die of stress (I blame the cool weather and my sweatshirt) and got to Peds without having a nervous breakdown. I took the test. I rocked the test. And then I left, knowing that I had made minimal errors due to my test anxiety and could not have done much better had I had another half an hour to study. And this, my friends, is the magic of fall.
It's amazing that a little bit of good weather can make a test day so amazing. For example, had the test gone badly, I would have gotten angry that my local video rental store did not have The Way We Were in stock today. I would have thrown a fit when I could not find curry paste again. I would have freaked out when I realized that I had forgotten to write an assignment, even though I got it in before 3 this afternoon. And, it made the clarinet section's 2007 t-shirts (see below on right) that much more cool.
The picture isn't a final copy of what is on the shirt, which is a periwinkle. But, nevertheless, it just so happens that we have the greatest section shirt in the history of the Pride of Arizona. Rees (see shirt) says so. "Behold the majesty and grandeur that is the clarinet shirt."
And so went the greatest Monday in the history of Mondays. I did not think it possible.
Except, now I'm lacking Gilmore GIrls for my Monday evening veg/procrastinate fest. Such a bummer.