My Dad Stole My Special Gift.

This morning I had the inclination that it was going to be a great day. I had Nutella on toast, I was ready 10 minutes early, and hey, I looked pretty decent. Things were going my way.

They must think I'm crazy.

My first period teacher and I are great friends. We talk about what assignments we should do, and which ones we should stay clear of. She takes my advice. And when I tell her that we HAVE to do the Christmas assignment and forget that my class is full of lazy-faced Seniors, she agrees and gives the class an Ultimatum. Props.

In Anatomy, we had our "Mink Farewell." I've never been so happy to get rid of a dead animal in my entire life. He asked me a while ago what I wanted for Christmas, and I told him a Mink Coat. He laughed and thought I was talking about the Fur ones. I wasn't. I then explained to him that after we were completely finished with the lab, I wanted him to sew the carcasses together and make it into a coat for me. He laughed. I told him I was joking and that he'd better burn them when we're done.
The first half of our test was today and Alex and I got stumped on an organ. We asked him if we could guess and he said we could. Alex pointed next to the lungs, and I stuck my finger in a goopy pile of mess and swirled my finger around. Mr. Staley was impressed. "Rachael's playing in it." Whoo. We got 100%!

The AP Stat boys were relentless today. I literally sang the entire Hymn book in my head, trying to clear the images they were creating. Mr. Smith gave me the look of annoyance and I shot him one back. After class he asked me to come to his desk. He said "Rachael, would you like to move seats? I hate to see you so sad everyday." I thanked him graciously as tears welled up in my eyes.

I almost fell asleep at work. The worst part was that I was concentrating on a very tedious project. Sleep, where have you gone?

My dad stole my special gift that Connor had made especially for me. When I went to go get it, I opened up the freezer and stared at an empty space. Uh....Dad do you know where my chocolate goodness went? Oopsies. He ate it. I walked back to the computer room with my head down. Of course he ate it. A few moments later he knocked on the door and came in. "If it helps you feel better, I shared it with Steven."

I feel much better?