A Normal Day

One time in junior high I got obsessed with the idea of having a normal day - a day where nothing even slightly out of the ordinary happened, no class cancelled, no pep rally, no hot dog lunch. This meant it could only happen on a Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday because Wednesday was the hot dog lunch and Friday was, well, Friday.

But something would happen every day - a substitute teacher, illness, something. It went on for weeks. It got to the point where, on the brink of being about to have a normal day, my mom suggested I do something - I forget what - and I freaked out because it would ruin the normal day.

I'm not like that anymore.