February was a rather phenomenal month. There were so many wonderful things about February. I was possibly even a tiny bit sad to see it go.
What made February so wonderful? Well, it was a combination of a few things.
One was Tuesday nights at the library. There is this wonderful class, with a really good teacher and people who say really interesting things (I, of course, mainly sit and listen), and I have read books that I would never have picked up on my own. And I am so glad that I have read them! I hope I can find more like them. Books like these:
One can learn a lot from such books. Like how much you don’t know. That’s what I’ve learned. And for someone who claims to like to read… I have become a very lazy reader, and it’s been so good for me read these books, and be reminded that sometimes it’s okay to have to work a little bit harder to make it through a book and that it’s worth it. And since Jasmine can’t think about reading without trying to figure out how to improve her writing… I have learned a lot about writing from this class about reading. And the frustrating thing is… I fall woefully short of what I want to be. Sigh. But I love to sit and learn, and I have also enjoyed the fact that Mom goes too (actually, she went before I did), and it turns out that she can hold a good literary discussion with the rest of them. Huh. The things one learns from seeing their parents in a different setting than they’re used to observing them in!
Another wonderful thing about February was the youth retreat! It was the youthiest retreatiest weekend ever. Very very pleasant.
And I turned 20. So now I’m old and much more mature. Birthdays are nice. There were lots of kind birthday messages, and a snow day, and then there was even a birthday party that my students’ very kind parents had for me. There were flowers and cake and balloons and pictures and happy, excited students and their siblings and a very full, noisy classroom, and really, what more could a teacher want? Plus, there was supper with my family. And that never fails to be a pleasant experience.
Now, it is hard for me to know where to stop with the good memories. There has been many things just in the past week alone that I want to talk about. But I guess, technically, they happened in March, so I’m just gonna have to wait. There is one more thing from February I’d like to share though.
The Walk of Death. That’s what some are calling it. Well, it’s what I am calling it. I call it that because people seemed to think that they were going to die, or that they were suffering in some great way, when really, we were having the time of our lives! But people kept collapsing and hugging trees.
You might as well know that sometimes, I get random ideas. And I like to follow them through, but I don’t like to do it alone. This time, somehow, all of my siblings agreed to participate. See, there’s this place I really like. It can be found by walking on the Lion’s Trail and then uh, deviating from the usual path. In the fall, it looks like this:
Naturally, I was very curious about what it might look like in the winter. Turns out, it looks like this:
I thought it was well worth the walk. I think the others might have been a little disappointed when we finally arrived and it was just… more snow. But it was lots of fun. Us siblings, we keep having fun together. And we can push a car into the garage if we ever need to. We can do it.