"I'd have to say April 25."
OK, not quite. But as far as describing the perfect day goes, today came pretty close, especially considering how it could have gone down. Wednesdays are my busiest day. My first class starts at 8, and my last ends thirteen-and-a-half hours later, with few breaks in between.
But I had a chem test today, which could have gone terribly awry. Thanks to a couple solid hours of studying (which is kind of new for me), it was a really great test. I very much appreciate well-made tests. It was perfectly suited to the time frame we were given. It was entirely fair in that it corresponded to what we learned in class. I doubted myself more than once, but pushed through to find that I actually did know how to figure it out most of the time. It was hard, but I came out of it thinking that I had actually done a pretty OK job of the thing, and that’s what’s rewarding - knowing that it could have gone awfully but didn’t.
What came in the middle of the day was something of a blur. Chapel was fine; French included the usual songs and jokes; and my wellness class was laughable as always.
Then more randomly exciting events transpired: I got my bizarrely high practice requirement for the week fulfilled by 3:00 this afternoon. I finished my reading of this week’s Greek tragedies. Symphony sectionals ended half an hour early, allowing me a full fifteen minutes extra to go back to Chorale rehearsal, and then another extra fifteen to take my sweet time getting to lab.
And even better was the lab itself: combustion! It was a lab requiring some patience, but I can be methodical when I want to be. Despite the fact that I had to miss all-school communion because of lab, it was very satisfying watching paper and acid burn off, leaving nothing but some little white chunks of BaSo4 in a cute little crucible. (Equally satisfying was our instructor’s unintentionally funny remark that we can “feel free to bring back acid from the hood.”)
And then at its lovely, breezy, mid-sixties conclusion, I discovered quite the little gem: CocoaNova, courtesy of the 'rents. Soooo delicious. And I even had time to blog about it.
The day wasn’t great because anything unusually fun or exciting happened, but because it was all close enough to normal that it seems plausible for it to all happen again. After all, there’s not much better than a good day than the prospect that many more days like it are waiting in the wings.