...and so alive

This day was one of the strangest feeling days I have ever had. I wake up late, around 6:55. I rush through my shower and other getting ready activities. My mom is sick and sleeping and my brother is at my dad's. I am all alone. I walk out the door to start my walk to school, but it is so windy that it blows the door shut behind me. I go back inside; there is no way I can walk in this weather with my asthma and cough. I call my grandpa and he agrees to drive me. We have an interesting conversation about the fires on the way and it feels like it's the first time I've ever really talked to him, and really, it might be. I get to school and go to my first period, English. I sit there and I look at my teacher. I rethink my hatred of her, and decide that I don't actually hate her. I actually quite like her and she will probably end up being one of my favorite teachers ever. Class starts and two students are crying... I don't know why and it seems as if no one else does either. My teacher starts talking but is then interrupted by my counselor coming in with a note for her. She leaves and then my teachers reads it. She gasps. She asks if anyone has already heard about Cory's mom. A few students say yes. I'm confused but I think I know what she means. Cory Peterson's mom died over the weekend, totally unexpectedly. I did not know her, but I feel like I am going to throw up. It is so devastating and heartbreaking that I feel sick. The whole class period we talk about the tragedy and death in general and most of us get emotional and start crying. I am one of them. It hit me really hard. I think it is so appropriate that the sky looks like the world is ending.

Today was life changing and I really needed it.