There is hardly anything humorous about simultaneously oversleeping and being left alone at a hotel in a strange city while you are in the throes of initial panic, but it does make for an entertaining tale in hindsight. My particular story begins on the dawn of the third day of the tenth grade Atlanta trip. Well, it wasn't exactly dawn, seeing as I had overslept to the ghastly hour of 9:29.
It is that time of year when everyone is now thinking about the oncoming summer and how excited they are for it. It is no secret that every kid loves summer, but for me, it is more complex than just having no school for three months.
Everyone has his or her own unique taste in music. Whether it is pop or punk rock, there is some genre that you favor the most. Over the years, I have come to realize that not many people share my exact taste in music. While it is a bit disappointing not being able to attend a concert with a friend that shares a similar music taste, it really isn’t all that bad. Let me tell you why.
On Sunday, I volunteered at a golf tournament fundraiser for my volleyball club. Some of the girls from my team and I drove around the golf course, helping out. I cannot explain how difficult it was to keep warm in the windy, wet, and bone-chilling weather, despite the snow boots, gloves, and many layers of clothing.