McDreamy, we all know the meaning of life is lawn. FoxyWombat, thanks for giving this a chance! And for having a great penname.
Mm...not one of my favorites, but we can get through these next two or three to the other side of the tunnel. Can't we?
Days
It's almost Christmas break, and she taps her pencil against the desk impatiently, waiting for the teacher to release them from class. Her inner Stargirl is desperate to jump up and scream.
Instead, in the top right hand corner of her notebook, she doodles an elaborate "4."
Tomorrow is Tuesday. Which is fine, it's Reading Day. The day after tomorrow is Wednesday, and she has one midterm. And after the English midterm, it's French and Calculus on Thursday, and on Friday it's Biology and European history. Four days.
She's never known four days to crawl slower.
Reference: Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli. I've re-read that book thousands of times, and each time I find something new in the text. It's amazing.