I almost forgot to write this post today, I lost track of the time. But don't blame me, blame the day. Today's schedule was just as out of whack as my knee is (you'll understand why in a little bit).

This morning, after waking up my brother at the usual time, I went back to bed, also as usual. This time, though, I didn't have to wake up three more times to help my mom, she let me continue sleeping until my alarm went off. This was a miracle, because last night I got to sleep at almost 2am, leaving me with only 5 hours of sleep if she had woken me up again. Even though I was able to sleep in an hour longer, I still had to wake up an hour earlier than usual in order to make it to chapel on time. I haven't been to chapel in two and a half weeks, so the time change caught me off guard. Once again, I thank my mom for letting me continue sleeping.
Once I got to school, chapel seemed shorter than I remember, but it could have been because I was becoming accustomed to the mornings going by very quickly. After chapel, I went to my first class of the day, my health class. I have learned now that my teacher does not have enough information to cover in order to use up every minute of our 50 minute class every single class period this semester (but what class only worth one unit does?). After going over about 4 slides, my teacher said that we were done and she was letting us out 30 minutes early. This left me with 55 minutes until my next class, walking and jogging.
From the beginning of the semester, I despised having to take a class that had to do with running (even though it is called Walk/Jog), and I hated nearly every minute of it. I took about 10 minutes this morning to put together a gym-like outfit that was still acceptable to wear to the rest of my classes because I would not have any time to change before my next class. With some help from friends, I was able to make it to the track on time, for the first time ever! I was thankful for the lift to the track, not just because I had never made it to class on time (the trolleys run the slowest during my longest passing periods... go figure), but because of my knee making it dreadful and embarrassing to walk.
Here is where you hear about my knee. On Sunday evening, I was in the kitchen when my mom was asking me about something on Facebook. As I turned around to face her laptop, my knee bumped into a knob on the cabinet door of the island I was standing by. The knob had hit the dip on the right underside of my knee cap causing me terrible pain. At first I thought it would just leave a bruise and be painful to walk for the rest of the day, but the next day would prove me wrong. I woke up with my knee feeling somewhat better, but later that day, I would feel the pain again almost as bad as before. I had hoped that it was only hurting again because I over exerted myself trying to run the four laps for Walk/Jog earlier in the day. Another day went by and my knee continued hurting, even worse now. I have come to the conclusion that I did something to a nerve after suffering through four days now of tingly sensations, leg spasms, my entire leg falling asleep, burning pain, and sharp pinches near where I hit my knee. Now that you know about my knee situation, I can continue my story of the day.
Once at the track, I limped on to try to find my teacher to tell him about my knee. To my surprise, he wasn't there. Neither was the rest of my class. I stood there looking like a hobbling, amateur athlete while the track team took over the track for their pre-practice stretches. I like to compare my reaction to this scenario to the reaction of Captain Jack Sparrow in the web meme derived from the third POTC movie; I stood there with a look of confusion, then suddenly took off in an awkward and hasty fashion.
With no sight of my class anywhere, I assumed that it had been canceled. I should have probably spoken to someone that was on the track team to find out what was going on, but pretending to be a blithering fool who wandered mistakenly onto the track seemed like a better idea at the time. Instead of going back, I took delight in a shady spot in the school's amphitheater to sit on Facebook for an hour before heading over to my next class.

When the time came to getting on a trolley to make it to my next class on time, I was incredibly lucky. Unfortunately, my gimpy walk caused me to miss the green trolley by only a few seconds and forced me to wait "in line," or in a blob I should say, for the blue trolley. The blue trolley filled up very quickly and I worried that I wouldn't get on and that I would be late for class. If I didn't get on this trolley, there wouldn't be another for ten minutes, and my class started in four minutes. I thought of the possibility of walking, but I would end up missing at least 30 minutes of the class if I limped my way over to West Campus. The trouble with the blue trolley is the driver. The driver counts every passenger that gets on in order to fill every seat and no more. The blue trolley is the only trolley that the driver does not allow you to stand, even though it has handles to hold on to.
I heard the driver shout out "Only five more!" right as I was making my way to the front. I stepped onto the first step and he pointed to me. Nervously I kept walking while holding my breathe waiting for him to say "Sorry, no more." But he didn't! I made it on the second to last. I was so thankful.

My next class was interesting. I made it to class on time, but our professor didn't, he was a few minutes late. We then started the class discussion that seemed to last for hours when technically it was only two. After that, I made it downstairs with time to spare in order to study for my quiz in my last class for the day. We ended up talking about the time that it took to create the world (this was my religion class) and how it compared to time today. After class, I even took time to talk to my teacher about what we had learned and what we had discussed during the last class. By the time we were done talking, I would have been almost home, but it was an enlightening conversation that will keep me continuously thinking about God's love for us and how he utilizes His love.
Finally, I was on my way home. It took more time than usual because of the heavy traffic that built up while I was staying after class. And when I got home, I had many more encounters with time. I had to time the dinner that was in the oven, I had to mark down times for medicine, I calculated some time in order to figure out how long it would take to drive somewhere, and now I am realizing how much time it took me to write this. I'm hoping that I didn't take away too much of your precious time with writing so much, but I simply found today and time to be interesting.
I will be going to bed earlier tonight, too.
I am done.
Until tomorrow (around this same time)...