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February 28 2007:


After my Chimie organique miterme, I had two hours to study for my Physics test. It was not pretty. The test was not pretty . My fingernails after the test were not pretty. When I went to hand my paper in, Mr. Schraeder eagerly asked, "So, was it hard? easy?"

I just looked at him. Then I simply said, "I felt really dumb doing that test."

His face fell. Poor guy. He kept assuring me not to worry. I think he just felt guilty.

I sailed out of that room propelled by stress, exhuastion, some extreme frustration and also some brimming humour. I made rapidly for my car with one thought on my mind:

I'm getting home, getting Mom, and going to DQ.

While during the test I had been fighting tears of frustration, now I was merely fighting oncoming drivers in my hurry to get home. I pulled up, parked haphazardly and ran inside.

"Mom," I cried with an edge to my voice (impatience for a Blizzard, but apparently that wasn't as obvious to everyone else as it was to me.)

"She smashed the car," my brother ascertained.

"What is it?" Mom whispered anxiously as she bustled into the corner where I was unceremoniously dumping my Physics binder, obviously anticipating my need for emotional support.

"Can we go somewhere?" I asked.

"DQ?" she said immediately, her eyes brightening.

And that is why I love my mom.


We drove not to one, but to two locations, and both were closed. at 21h30!! Do they not realize that beyond-stressed students feel the pangs of ice-cream even at 21h30? Especially at 21h30!

I was getting desperate. Note: very desperate. So we pulled into a McDonald's. I oredered an Oreo McFlurry, Mom a chocolate sundae. Sean refused on behalf of his higher ethical standards in regards to the service at McDo's... or something. Whatever: ethical principles do not apply to ice-cream, my friend.

My salvation arrived and I took a bite...

Only to grimace.

Smarties. They had dared to give me a Smarties McFlurry. The one chocolate (besides macaroons and icy squares) that I actually hate.

So we circled back to the drive-in window.

"Hey!" I bellowed through the miniscule window. "You gave me Smarties!!"

"Excuse me?" the girl questioned timidly, looking a little confused.

I could not blame her. We sleep-deprived, study-drugged students are a perplexing bunch.

"SMARTIES!" I ennunciated, leaning across my complacent mother in the driver's seat. "I ordered Oreo and you gave me Smarties!"

Still bewildered, she instructed us to continue to the next window, where they would "take care of the problem."

We obediently pulled up and confronted yet another anxious employee.

"What is she doing?" I hissed. "It looks like she's making..."

"Here you go," she mumbled and quickly slid the window shut.

And on the last day of February Free Month, we scored not only a free McFlurry, but a free chocolate sundae as well. I suppose if part of our order was wrong, they didn't want to risk infuriating us with the other half!