This is what high school should be...

2 minutes and 43 seconds later, and one empty, bent, and thoroughly destroyed pint container later, Elizabeth decided that yes, this was indeed an excellent day.

It started relatively normally, with French 12 and the joy that is only receiving a little homework instead of the usual lot. Then BP with only the best freaking teacher ever, break (the wimpy ten minute time slot generally used for mayhem), a French tutorial, and then: Chez and Duck running up to me, a Seven Eleven bag on one arm, grabbing my arm and bringing me outside.

There we were, the four of us: KJ, Chez, Duck, and I. Four girls. Four spoons, including the really pathetic one that Chez used, but "compensated for by taking extra big bites". A fantastically gorgeous day outside, full of sunshine and daisy chains. Walking around the school with one of my bestest buds, talking about everything, including but not limited to weddings, boys, and embarassing moments.

Next came English class, discovering I got a 5 (the highest possible mark) on our practice AP exam; followed by Physics where we FINALLY learned something I understood. A chicken and rice dinner made by my sister, and then a massage from the same sister...

I don't think my day could have been any better. It was fantastic. God, thank you for every once in a while throwing a FABULOUS day in out of nowhere.