A Day in the Life
Dear LiveJ Readers,
Brittany has suggested that I write to you all concerning the events of my day. I assume that Julie agrees because she has returned to the tedious job of doing her homework. To begin, I started my day when my father woke me saying, "Mother has corrected your essay and says for you to wake her if you need her." He left for work promptly and I arose to finish working on my History essay. After filtering through her comments and adding the necessary changes, I woke my mother and had her make another read-through of my introduction. She edited it once more while I straightened my hair. I then added the final corrections to my piece, printed it and put it in my math binder. I returned to my bedroom, dawned the proper attire befitting for a school day at Lincoln Sudbury Regional High School and packed some extra gym clothes in my backpack in the off chance that we would work out today. We did not. My next stop was to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth, washed my face, applied lotion, blush and a touch of lippy. I hurried down the stairs to be ready in time to leave. However, like every morning in the Epstein house, we did not leave until 15 minutes after the approximated time of departure. I filled myself a water bottle full of iced coffee and drove to school with my older sister Kathleen. I fretted the whole ride that we would be late, an undesired fate because it had already won me a detention the week earlier. At 7:51 by the car's clock, we passed the "Slow, School Zone" sign and Kathleen informed me that the clock was six minutes fast.
As I have only told you all about my morning and you are already bored out of your tiny little minds and probably did not read it all, I should hope that you will have learnt your lesson now that this is a boring journal. We should NOT fill it with the happenings of our day unless it is interesting. And it never is.
Faithfully Yours,
Rebecca