wr12
It was 7:50 i was walking to school with the temperature at 5 degrees. Today felt like it was going to be a good day. Hearing the birds chirping, cyclists riding along and cars rushing to work. Passing chamber choir on the way to school and hearing them sing made me feel good. I started walking up the stairs to the caf where my locker was. I was surrounded by grade 11s as i walked in and smelled the aroma of the new caf smell of the A&A cafe. I missed Mrs. Quiroz and her caf aroma smell, it would always make want to buy a breakfast every single morning. I went to my locker feeling bummed that i had the bottom locker this year. Opening my locker, i organized my books, clothing, and the locker shelf. I headed to the back where the grade 12s hang out and i just started reading my yearbook and pondering how it is my last year here at st pats and i have to live it up before i graduate. As friends kept coming in, i felt the joy as being surrounded by the people i love and care about. The connection in the group is unbelieveable and theyre so well connected spirtually and mentally between each other. It hit 8:25, i headed to homeroom and passed by a friend, the feeling i get whenever i talk to her, i just get all tingly inside and the joy rushes to my head everytime i see her and talk to her. We talked for about 5 minutes and i felt like we've been talking for hours. Just being in her presence always brightened up the beginning of my day.