Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Ferris Bueller Would Be Proud.

This week started out slowly, stretching slowly out in front of me like a hundred acres. Today is Wednesday, AKA- the absolute middle of the school week. Marilyn and I finally reached our breaking points this morning. We had actually pulled into her parking space by the auditorium doors when she said, "God, Katy, can't I just go home and skip today?" She of course was just being sarcastic, but I took what she said a little more seriously. "Okay," I said, refusing to get out of the car. "Let's skip." It took a solid five minutes of bantering and scheming to get her to put the car in reverse. Somehow, God only knows how, I got her to be a little rebellious.

Now please keep in mind that I truly have been overall a pretty good kid this year. Last semester I didn't even cut class once. This is major improvement for me compared to second semester of Sophomore's 8 days. But hey, think of it as a mental health day. I mean, really, what would Ferris Bueller do?

The way I see it, a little skipping here and there is practically essential. If we don't take the time to do something mischievous every now and then, we get wound to tightly. And you never know when you'll snap, or spontaneously combust.

Two quotes that have been on my mind recently-

"The course of true love gathers no moss."

"We're all bizarre...some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."-The Breakfast Club