Yesterday was a busy day for me: the tests were cumulative in number, and the number of papers had accumulated from my procrastination. But despite the number of assignments I had due yesterday, or the lack of sleep, or even the winter weather, it was a strange day. It all started in the tepid room of Physics Honors. I had studied somewhat much for the test on Thursday night, but not as much as I would have wanted. Loosely confident and resting my feet flat on the floor, I began to take my test. Seeing the first problem, I focused my mind on thinking about only what was in Dr. Morden’s room. One problem: my unsureness and anxiety would periodically come to haunt me whenever I confronted a peculiar problem. Leaving the room, headed towards the chapel, I felt a sense of ambiguity about my test. But, here comes the best part: during chapel, I thought that it would be best to understand that I did my best, no strings attached. Everything will be the way it is supposed to be.
The next strange event happened right after school. To beat the traffic of Sherwood Blvd., I take the back way from school, turn right onto the street by Starbucks, and turn onto Coursey, making my way towards Airline Highway. At the same time as I was entering the right lane on Coursey, a school bus felt like it was appropriate to merge into the lane I was entering. Even though the bus driver used their blinker, I was clearly already in the right lane. The bus swerved back into the left lane, and the awkwardness continued for the next mile. The middle-schoolers of this public school bus were smirking and laughing at me! I could clearly tell they were not cooperative; they threw stuff out of the bus! I was glad that I didn’t return home in a scraped piece of metal, but in a vehicle of safety and dignity.