Happy Birthday... Abuse, Abuse!

June 24th

I love the way that things never turn out the way that I think they will.

The fact that last year I had my birthday on the annual school-wide camp-out made me think that I was in some way, shape, or form prepared for this year's birthday.  Not so!

My day started with a pledge to get up at four to see the sun-rise and ended with sleeping till the horn for breakfast at eight.  There,  everyone sang Happy Birthday *gasp, choke*  IN TUNE. For someone that does not know my school and its reputation for musical demolition, this might not seem like anything special.  It is.   I then got my first present of the day- a bag of skittles.

That morning I discovered that I had what I like to call Swelling II: The Sequel.  You see, the previous night, I had had a terrible reaction to some sort of bug-bite on my arm- my arm had swollen up almost to a third of its normal size.  Some benadril calmed it down, but failed to destroy the bite that I woke up to on my birthday- a lump the size of a golfball on my hand. 

After accumulating a bruise the size and shape of a doughnut on my thigh, and a lump on my leg from overzealously attempting to play Spoons, I decided that I was done physical activity for the day.  Sadly, my wish was not fulfilled, as my lovely friends decided that it was time for the birthday girl to be thrown in the lake.

I then received my second present: my friend Michelle caught me two frogs, which I named Matilda and Enrique.  Top off the day with perogies for dinner and ice-cream sundaes for dessert, and being a host of the grade eleven camp-fire and the day was perfect.