Strawberries, Nostalgia, and Mom

So...I have had an extremely boring week. Nothing much has happened - a lot of homework, a lot of exam prep, and insomnia. I have been spending all together too much time on a certain website called happynews.com I have no idea why.

Last Saturday, I wanted to go on the Walk for Wishes with my friends, but I couldn't. They won't let it go.

Kate, I'm super jealous that your school ends so soon. The time is dragging out until June 26th...

Deidra, Kayla, those fruit tarts look delicious. Strawberries. Yum. Now I think I'm going to go to my kitchen and get some...

Campion, I practically define nostalgia. I see a snow flake, I think of going sledding as a kid, or going to Bonhomme Carnaval in Quebec and being super excited with my face, which normal doesn't flush, bright pink. For those of you that don't know, that's a really huge winter festival. With what you said about grandparents as compared with parents reminded me of a conversation I had with a few friends. We call one of our friends mom, because she's always telling us to be more careful and to stop doing stupid things. Another of our robotics teammates is a lot stricter and more distant. We were debating which one was mom and which was grandma because grandparents don't see you as often as your parents, but they often let you do what you want a lot more...I just realized that for anyone not there, that probably made no sense. But I don't feel like deleting it.

Have a great week,
Kira