My dad was yelling at me. Again. Sigh, why do all my mornings start like this? I said to myself before dragging my not even semi-awake body out of bed, thinking silently that I'd rather just skip school on days like this (which i HAVE done on some occasions). But there's the maths test today, Neige reminded me, so I sourly got dressed and out of my room, with a 15 minutes or so for breakfast. So after stuffing myself with toast and orange juice, i popped out of my door this, and ran down to the station to catch the train.

That's a completely normal morning for me (at least on mondays, wednesdays and fridays because otherwise school starts so late it ought to be illegal), but despite its seemingly normal beginning, it was not, not at all, not even five times with vaseline. Today was probably one of the most abnormal mornings I've ever had (except for the one where I woke up at 4 am), and there were a few things that happened that I definitely hadn't counted with...
1: The SUN. Agh, my eyes! When i finally arrived at school i had completely wasted my nightvision and felt a slight sunstroke coming on. Also, since I'd comfortably draped myself in my olde leather jacket i was, due to it being BLACK and thus strongly light-absorbant (not to mention that leather completely lacks the ability of "breathing" that most materials have to some extent), as well as DEAD of perspiration and heat due to my overkill metabolism (and the jacket).
2: The completely insane state of mind which took hold of me when i was halfway to school, running the best i could, and still hasn't fully left me.

What I am talking about is, of course, the end of end-of-winter depression. Or rather, being high on the spring of insanity.
I felt its first effects halfway through the first hour of my Social Studies class, when I just laughed out loud while giving remarks to everyone and pointing out faults that the teacher did, all while wearing an extremely amused smile and being not that very arrogant. And it was even worse during chemistry - I even went as far as comparing the structure of ion enthalpy with football teams! So as I was wandering to my maths class, through the almost impregnable masses of students queuing for lunch, I silently quoted Obi-Wan and went to do my test. It went fair enough, so I guess bit of my bad feeling was totally misdirected (although I admit I hadn't studied a single zig for that test), but still i can feel that feeling of infallible, unexplainable happiness and wittyness filling up every shard of my scattered mind. But I guess I might as well do something with it...I've got my saxophonage this evening and boy, it was long ago, but I might as well score something with this mindset, neh?

Tomorrow there's more maths test, though, so troubles aren't over - since we've just got 1-hour lessons in maths, we can't do a serious test on one single lesson, so either it's been to overstress things, or put it on the so-called resource hours, which are after lunch on wednesdays (school ends at lunch for everyone without special assignments, so the whole place is empty), or as we did now - split the test. I find this way the best, since like this I'll still have my overslack daily agenda intact. Kudos to I, myself and me.

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//Hana