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You've all had them. Come on. You know it. Just those days where one little thing leads to another little thing. I mean sure, you get through it. But it's more annoying then anything else. It's not really a "bad" day (I do not carry much sympathy for you people who insist that 7/8 days in a week are bad; yeah, there are 8 days, and you know what you thought of the 8th day, it was BAD); it's just, I don't know...(the title of this blog maybe?).

Okay. Scene 1: You go to a recitation, we'll call it Biology 2, FOUNDATIONS of Biology 2, to be exact, and everyone's got this practice quiz that you had to print out. Oh, that's right, you had to print it out to have it. No, telekinesis doesn't work...yet (come on Apple). You have to print it yourself.

It's alright though. You had an easy question (What does "haploid" mean?) and the last half of class didn't use it. But still, you were unprepared and you just feel stupid. ESPECIALLY when it was the day you finally decided to wear your sweater from Express that you got with a giftcard from said store which you normally don't shop in because it's expensive but now of course you love the store because things aren't ripped. Anyway, next stop? Back home, picking up a coffee on the way.

Now there's a little bright spot. FINALLY your Dragonball Z game for Wii comes that you ordered online with a gift card (they didn't have it in the store, duh). So you get that, and decide to grab some coffee, along with a doughnut. You sign in and you're walking, and dammit, you spill a little coffee on your hand (brewed to roughly 8700 degrees C). It's alright though, you've got a half hour at best with your new videogame.

Alright, time to load up for back to back to (well there's a 45 minute hiatus here, but who's counting?) back Chemistry 2 (GENERAL Chemistry 2, for God's SAKE keep up!), Stat (Basic Applied Statistics) and finally Seminar in Composition: Film. Alright, packed up, got everything? Yeah, you do.

Climb Everest to find a seat in Chevron for Chemistry with the lively Dr. Pratt (he's a pretty sweet teacher). Get your folder out, with...the...oh, yeah, you kind of need your folder to get your folder out. You search your bag as if it's now three times its normal size, but you know it isn't there (later you WILL see it, tucked under your bed). Oh well, his lectures aren't that tough anyway. Again you survive.

Alright off to Stat. Fifteen minutes is longer than you thought. You can stroll nicely. Alright, so the class is about bar graphs and tables. Do your homework during it (remember you have a Wii game waiting after class). Oh yeah, don't forget the girl asking what the difference between a sample and population is 3 times. 3.

Okay. 45 minutes equals 20 Chick-Fil-A nuggets and waffle fries. Eat it nice and slow, you've got time. You know what, there is SOME sort of reading assignment (35 pages) for Comp, let's just see what it is. Before you even OPEN the folder, ha ha, it's due today, isn't it? In a word...yes. Read 10 pages, you get away with it in lecture.

Alright alright, you made it, yeah! Amidst this pathetic, self-absorbed dribble a story presents itself on the news. A story so extraordinary it requires SOME recognition.

On December 4, 2006, in Iraq, an enemy grenade entered Ross McGinnis' Humvee. 4 of his friends were below. Now, there was ample time for McGinnis to get away. A wise move, wouldn't you say? However, in an absolutely incredible act of heroism, he threw himself on top of the grenade, saving his friends, being killed instantly in the process.

Amidst all of our insignificant little troubles, our little squabbles, no one can even begin to complain legitimately. About anything. Look at Ross McGinnis. I know there are some who will say "He was stupid, he should have got out." But how unselfish, how heroic, how GREAT his action is! We pity him for death. But if there is any sort of heaven, any sort of good afterlife, McGinnis is one of the first in line. He looks down; I HOPE he is disappointed at how pathetic we are at this point. He deserves all the honor, all the glory we can give. Whatever your opinion on anything, you cannot deny such sacrifice. Would you do the same? I say I would. Though I cannot put myself in that situation, if 4 of my friends, my comrades, my brothers (hell I could name them) were down there, I would certainly die for them. No questions, no thought. No glory required, no recognition. I would only hope to save them; I would hope they are happy. I know my situation is hypothetical, and I can't even begin to comprehend the duress of the situation, and it is in this fact that McGinnis is all the better. Nevertheless, would you do the same?

Oh yes, the President speaks tomorrow. You should watch, regardless of your political affinity. It is our duty to at least be informed.

Sometimes, life is just backwards (oh THAT'S what the title is)...