Ah, the first week of school. It is officially over, officially behind me.
It was officially awful.
I’m an indoors type of girl. I’d rather hang with two friends than five. I don’t like big crowds of people and, although I’m not a germaphobe, I get a really big kick out of using hand sanitizer because of that fun, tingly feeling it leaves behind. So, I use hand sanitizer a lot.
All in all? My immune system is about that of a five-year-old’s. I spent the better part of Monday in school with two hundred strangers and a lot of different germs. I woke up on Tuesday morning sneezing and blowing my nose and doing anything possible to make my aching head feel better.
I did my homework, wrote a little, and went straight back to bed. On Wednesday I felt a little better, but not much. I made it through the school day and came home sicker than the day before.
Now it is Saturday (technically Sunday) and I feel like somebody has my head gripped in a pair of forceps. My entire body aches. So what am I doing? Thanking God for Labor Day weekend. Yes, I realize how pathetic I am for getting sick and falling apart my first week of school. But that’s okay.
On a side note, I took my eight-month-old nephew EJ bouncing on our big trampoline today. He screamed like a little girl from pure ecstasy. It was the most hilarious thing I’d ever heard in my life. And on another side note, Summer Rush is number 13 on Inkpop! Yay!