Happy Summer! Today the children of my school were finally relinquished from the torturous bonds brought upon us by the “hell on the hill”. So what was my first act of summer freedom, you may ask? Well, as you can see, I accomplished my first (well, technically second) list item, of course! However, it’s been a long road getting there… let me start from the beginning. And by beginning I mean my least favorite class, biology.
“I am not afraid… I was born to do this.” -Joan of Arc Yeah, that was me this morning. I had studied for three nights in a row. I copied the notes into stingy flashcards. I forced myself to stay awake until 12:00 (in the a.m.!), only to wake up 6 hours later to face the last grueling day of school. I had my dad quiz me. I had my friends quiz me. I even had my dog quiz me. Okay, maybe that’s not true, but if he had opposable thumbs and a correctly positioned foramen magnum, I would have asked him to do it too. By now, you should know what I’m referring to: the final. The most dreaded of all tests, that forces you to recall facts that you swear you memorized last semester, from back when your nice-and-neat handwriting was proof that you still had time to care about such things. As I walked into room 2216 after lunch, the aroma of fruit flies was, for once, reassuring. I knew this material backwards and forwards, all the way from mitosis to micropipetting and from Darwinian theory to deoxyribonucleic acid.
So how did I do on this said test? 75%. C. “Average”. How could this be? I had done everything right, yet everything had gone so wrong. Immediately my scalp started to burn with shock. Needless to say, I was in an anxious stupor for the last hour and a half of the day, and therefore the last hour and a half of my sophomore year of high school. It was definitely not my ideal state of mind. How would this affect my overall grade? How would this affect my overall GPA? How would this affect my college resume? How would this affect my overall peace of mind? How disappointed would my parents be? I decided that the only solution would be to talk to my teacher. As the final bell tolled, I was filled with panic, instead of joy. For all I knew, he was the type of teacher who decapitated students who kept him after school, especially on the last day. However, after some almost-tears, a few calculations, and a little reassurance, I was sent on my way. As soon as I got in my mom’s car, I began bawling. I went home and talked to my dad, still bawling. And then, a miracle happened.
I went online to check my grade for the final time as a good student, only to find that my lowest quiz grade had been dropped and all of the extra credit had finally been entered in. By 0.57%, I passed Biology B with… an A (: Therefore, today I learned perhaps the most valuable lesson that nothing in a textbook ever could have given me – a second chance can sometimes mean more than the world to someone.
Within seconds I was running around my house, yelling at the top of my lungs, relieved that my awesome summer had finally just begun. When my friend Maggi picked me up, I was officially ‘me’ again… whoever that is. We browsed the list and decided that our first stop was PetCo. Now, I did a little research before investing money into my goldfish, and discovered that in fact, for the sake of humanity, I could not purchase a ‘goldfish’. Although I marveled at the thought of the idealistic singular goldfish in a bowl (Remember Elmo’s World? Dorothy? You know you do), these creatures cannot be kept alive in a bowl because they either choke on their own defecation or their brains continue to grow at a faster rate than their bodies, resulting in a slow and painful death. Trust me, I googled it. Therefore, I have settled for a typical male beta. His name is Dionysus (after the Greek god of partying, duh), and he shall be mine. And actually, I haven’t settled; I have simply given the “common” fish another chance at being loved. Second chances people, I’m telling ya.
Well, there you have it – my first official act/adventure/episode of the 2011 Summer Bucket List. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations, you have an extremely long attention span. No really, you should get that checked out. Maybe they would let you into MENSA. Before I go, I just want to give a shout out to everyone who has passed through here, and a super big hug to everyone who has commented and subscribed. You guys make this all feel worthwhile! Look for more in the near future!
Love & Summer,