BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm screams at me to get up. I sloppily hit the snooze on my phone and silently curse whoever thought it would be a good idea to have school start at the crack of dawn. I hate 6 AM. I roll over and pull the covers over my head as I drift back to sleep.

the next thing I know I’m being shaken awake by my mother who is going on about how if I don’t get my butt out of bed I’m going to be late to school. What time is it?  I find my phone shoved under my pillow. SHOOT. I realize she’s right and quickly jump out of bed.

After speeding (I mean not speeding. I never speed) to make sure I get my favorite parking spot in the north lot, I make my way through the crowded lockers to put away my stuff. I hate when that group stands in front of my locker. After asking the crowd to move, I grab my CIS algebra book and head to Mr. E’s room. I say a quick good morning to Mr. E and duck right back out to make my rounds. I weave through the lockers until I find my friends and get caught up on all the drama that has happened in the last 24 hours.

When the warning bell rings I tiredly make my way to class. I’m in no hurry. As a senior, I’ve pretty much timed out every possible route to any given class and I’m not worried about being late. When I plop down into my seat the final bell is just sounding. Perfect timing. I smile and pull up Instagram and settle in for an hour of looking at cute dog pictures and food recipes.

Next I head to Outdoor Adventures where I’m making this awesome chair out of willow branches. Trust me, it looks way cooler than it sounds. It’s a lot of work though. Not to mention I lost my machete while out in the woods looking for usable branches.

After that I have CIS writing. Good thing lunch is after this or I’d never survive this class. As soon as we are dismissed I practically trample a couple freshman in an attempt to get to lunch even just a couple seconds faster. Frick yeah! Its spaghetti day!

Fourth hour is ceramics. I’m supposed to be working on throwing on the wheel but instead I usually draw or get started on homework. I wonder if I can bribe someone to do my project for me. It’s definitely worth a shot.

CEMS research is my final class of the day. My group is designing a collapsible bike. It’s a lot of work, but I’m confident it’ll turn out. Probably.

When the last bell rings, I rush to my locker. At this point I’m usually trying to mooch a ride home; I hate the bus. Thus far there has always been someone willing to give me a ride.  I count myself lucky in those regards. However, today I drove. As soon as I’m in my car I crank the heat and roll down the window. Most people don’t realize this is the only way to achieve perfect driving temperature. I plug in my IPod and recognize the first song from the first couple of notes- 1985 by Bowling for Soup.

Before I leave, I check my calendar to make sure I’m not scheduled. I’m employed as a lifeguard and swim instructor at Roosevelt pool. I happen to have the afternoon off. Perfect. This means only one thing; it’s flying time.

I fly planes in my free time. Most kids ask for a car for their sixteenth Birthday. I, on the other hand, asked for a plane. I drive to Blaine Anoka County Airport and head to the hangar where my plane is parked.

I do the preflight checklist to make sure my plane doesn’t burst into flames midair. Then I hop in and call the tower.

“Anoka ground N20029 is at Massachusetts west, taxi to active VFR north bound with information Quebec”

To most people that sounds like a bunch of nonsense but it makes perfect sense to me. After I get the all clear of takeoff, I take to the skies and cruise for a few hours before I make my way in for a landing.

Flying makes me hungry. On my way home I stop at my favorite restaurant, Taco Bell, and order some tacos. I go through the drive through twice because one taco is just never enough.  It’s the perfect ending to a normal day.