Mornings like these always bring in Sunday flowers, casting rays of light and hope over dismal puddles of blotched up mornings and tear-filled nights. Morning like these always clear the clouds away, warming a person from the inside out; stand still a while. ~~~~ Mom and I went into school this morning at 7:30 to have a conference with Mrs. McKay-Cox. She was late because one of her pipes broke in her kitchen and she had a flood. Anyway, we talked, and discussed, and debated. When my mom and I stepped out (when the first bell rang) my counselor was standing outside the door. So we talked to him. And alas, a conclusion: I dropped AP history and enrolled into a regular history class. One heavy load lifted and a whole lot of time now open for my advantage. Softball, plays, WRITING. And now I won't neglect my other classes. So I went to English twice today (had to re-arrange my schedule for the history thing so I didn't go sixth hour and went again to English). Loved it. We were talking about the Romantic period as review and I, being a hopless Romantic (not the lovey-dovey part, the whole period type), loved the class hour. Byron, Shelley, Tennyson, Wordsworth, awesome. I was very happy. Had a lousy day yesterday. I'm mad at myself for being so annoyed with people. I just wish that some people could move-on. Get over it. Stop bitching and complaining. That might be harsh of me, but you know, you're not the only one dealing with crap right now. Sorry, had to vent a little, I will say no more. Anyway, the day has lead to it's cued line: "What's for dinner"? You can't go a day without asking it in this house. So, off to solve the mystery (hopefully not with mystery meat). Toodles. PS- download Barbra Streisand's Second Hand Rose. It's my song, truly. (minus parts of it). Carrie aka: Second Hand Rose