Roller Coaster.

I have decided that my life is like a roller coaster. But instead of being super fun and fast, it is stuck going up and down. You know how it goes. The car slowly cranks itself upwards, and the unsuspecting passengers are blissfully unaware of the terror and danger that lies ahead, then suddenly the car leans forward, kind of like on Sheikra, and the passengers see what is to come. After a few seconds, the car begins to descend, it picks up speed as it goes until it suddenly turns back upward. But this time, the passengers know that they should enjoy the peace of the ride up for as long as it lasts. I think that does my current mood the justice it deserves. Right now, I am enjoying my peaceful ride up, but am still a little confused. I don't know if or when the my car is going to send me down, but at least I've learned to enjoy the slow ride up.

Let me explain myself a little. Yesterday was an absolutely terrible day. Nothing in particular made it bad, but as a whole, it basically sucked. I wasn't in the mood to talk during second block, so I just did my test, and worked ahead a little. Third block, as usual, made me upset, and fourth I had off. During my off period, I practiced my solo with Ms. Zahn. As I previously said, she described the emotions in my solo, and helped me connect it to real life situations. I came out of my mini-lesson feeling empowered and like I could take on the world. But when I got home, something changed. I just sat around feeling sorry for myself. I didn't go to Cracker Barrel for my favorite dinner, and I didn't go to Breakaway because I didn't think I'd be missed (which Mikey proved was a lie). I just sat on the couch, watching t.v. and doing absolutely nothing. That was the ride down, down, down.

Today, however, the car turned back up. Classes went well, and I got to go to my internship. Since it was waayy to cold outside, we let the kids do stations, or just color all afternoon. Little "Ry" and "C.P" helped me color a few pictures until Ry left. Who knew coloring was so therapeutic? After Ry left, C.P. E.P., and "Char" were the only kids left. We just goofed around til their moms came to pick them up. After the P's left, I noticed that I had a voicemail. Turned out to be Clare wanting to know if I wanted to hang out. She has E.S.P. or something, and knew that all I would do if I didn't go was sit and sulk. So, I went over to Dargan's with Clare. The three of us went to Target, got Starbucks, and walked down a million aisles. After that, we went back to Dooger's and talked for a while until Doog had to eat dinner. Clare and I then went home. It was a great great day! And I am really hoping that this ascending stage of my personal roller coaster lasts for a very long time, and when it does end, the downhill ride is short.