snow day

Nothing than better than text messages at five fifty-five am telling me that classes are cancelled and my roommate looking hopefully out the window only to scream my name. I fumble for glasses, push aside the blinds, and a smile spreads across my face as I stare at the lazy flurries of delicate snowflakes. We look at each other and shriek in glee before bounding out of bed in our tee shirts and boxers to bang on our suitmate’s door and spread the news. The feeling of knowing we could go back to sleep in a few minutes made it even more delicious.

Woke up at ten for a lazy breakfast in the caf, read some Emma, took a too-long shower, and did nothing. It’s been the snow day we all prayed for. Now I’m at work, sipping a green eyes, perfectly content. I’ve been blogging, but not faithfully. I went back and read my old xanga from the year I blogged every day and laughed and laughed. I won’t write in a diary, but I will do this….so this my diary for 2007.

So here I am, only seventeen, in my second semester of my freshman year at college…happier than I’ve been in a long while. My major is English and I just want to graduate and get a job writing in Boston. God told me to leave mediocrity behind this year. My goal, even though I’m failing more often than succeeding, is to do just that.