Miss Sparkle is on week two of tenth grade. This year she is at West Fargo High School (her home school) as opposed to Sheyenne High School (where the West Fargo School District housed all the ninth graders). Let me be the first to say, what a difference a year makes!
In ninth grade there was plenty of crabbiness and bad attitude to go around, but in tenth grade it is all sunshine and lollipops. The difference is dramatic. And it is darn refreshing.
You may be curious as to what precipitated such a dramatic change…and I am ever so eager to tell you. Here it is: 17 minutes as opposed to 40+. 17 minutes is what the typical round trip drive is for school drop-off this year (to and from the house). 17 minutes of pleasant driving just a hop, skip, and jump from our house. And I might add, 17 minutes is if we catch the lights and are behind a collection of buses.
Gone are the days of long drives to Sheyenne where I would pass at least a dozen texting and driving folks daily in each direction and grow more irritated with each one. Gone are the days of folks whipping in and out of traffic on Veterans Boulevard to get to work and nearly hitting buses or construction vehicles. Gone are the days of me moaning multiple times each morning, “UGGGGH…I hate this drive!” Gone is all the additional stress the morning drive to school produced. Halle-frickin-lujah!
Thank goodness for 10th grade, I do not know if I could have done another year at Sheyenne without getting out of the vehicle and trying to shake some sense into people. This would have embarrassed Miss Sparkle immensely. That is no longer a problem as the drive from home to West Fargo High School is a nice, easy drive where folks drive fairly sensibly and are polite. This makes for a happy driver and a happy 10th grader.
So yes, my crabbiness and bad attitude have been replaced with a smile and laughter…all because of a change in commute. It is difficult to believe I used to live in California and do close to an hour commute back and forth to work each day. In Cali I had to share the road with some certifiably crazy drivers and I really never thought too much of it.
I’ve gone soft friends. I am no longer durable enough to tolerate such things as real traffic. I was pushed to my limit by nine months on Veterans Boulevard. I would feel a little ashamed about how pathetic I have become, but I keep thinking to myself – 17 MINUTES – and then I smile…sunshine and lollipops it is!
Day one thousand five hundred and nineteen of the new forty – obla di obla da