I mouthed off to my algebra teacher today.

Probably not the best idea, considering I'll probably need a break in that class, but dude. He keeps asking the class, "Anyone know the answer? What do we do next?" and then when someone makes a guess and gets the wrong answer, he yells "No! You should know, I told you just minute ago!" And because his language is broken like that, we barely ever understand what he's saying in the first place, so our answers are usually wrong. I finally raised my hand and said, "How can you expect us to answer questions if you yell at us when we get them wrong?"

About ten minutes ago, on the way back from the fitness center (where I was told to call between nine and noon tomorrow for a final answer on the membership thing) I ran into my algebra teacher. I was worried that he'd be mad at me for what happened earlier, but he smiled at me, patted my shoulder and said, "You're a good student."

*blinks*

Does life get any better than this?

Highlight of my month: getting off the bus two blocks from the library and walking ten steps before the rain starts crashing down... eating Wendy's fries and licking ketchup off my fingers while feeling that utter exhilaration and thrill that comes with hard, fast downpours... listening to the Time Warp and singing along at the top of my lungs because no one cares and it doesn't matter if they did, because the pounding of the rain and the thunder drown me out and everyone's windows are rolled up tight... walking into the library dripping wet and smeared with ketchup and completely elated and knowing that just for a few minutes, everything is absolutely perfect and there's nothing wrong, I've panicked with schedules less busy than mine right now but that doesn't matter because I can handle it, I am capable, I am intelligent, I am happy.

Memories like that are the ones that I dig up when things seem sucky. Just knowing that I've felt like that before and I will undoubtedly feel like that again is enough to get me through pretty much anything.