TASC, The Dance, Etc.

So today was Wednesday. Yeah. Not my favorite day.
Let's see . . . Today it stopped raining and we even got a little sun, but it was still only close to sixty in the highest. I woke up late because I turned my alarm off yesterday when I got up because it was six and I usually get up at 6:30 and since my mornings are busy--what with packing the lunches, laying out cups, placemats and silverware, getting breakfast ready, putting in my contacts, etc etc--I didn't want to waste that extra half-hour waiting for my alarm to turn on. So I turned it off and this morning I woke up fifteen minutes late. The first thing I did (as you can imagine) is turn my alarm back on. Luckily I still managed to complete all my chores/responsibilites.
In History today, since we're studying Australia right now, we got to try vegemite. It has the consistancy of jam, and has the color of dark chocolate. Here's the story: When the English took over Australia they used it like a prison. They would cart all the prisoners down to Australia and have them clean out the rocky shores. So they started getting sick. Vegemite was invented to keep them healthy. They had to eat a spoonful a day.
So we either had to smell it or try it. One of my friends Co was sitting next to me. Our teacher offered it to him and he smelled it. He swallowed, took some deep breaths and said "No thank you." I admire his politeness. Next up was me. I leaned in and took a huge whiff. Good thing I have a bad cold! It smelled terrible. (Around this time I started feeling sick to my stomach and almost called my mom to pick me up--whether this was because of the vegemite, don't ask me. My cold seems to work on and off.)
It made my day because it was hilarious to watch people eat it, and their reactions. Case in point:
Another one of my friends, J, was sitting next to Alex (which is a pretty common name, which is why I'm not bothering to use and initial). J took a toothpick and stuck the vegemite in his mouth. A few seconds later, he looked like he was going to throw up! Alex shrugged and took a glob, too. He ate it, then said, "Mmmm!" and took another. It was really funny, watching J sit there retching and Alex happily sucking away at his. I heard these things about it later: "It smelled like soy sauce, and tasted like it too!" "It tasted like dogfood that was rotten." "The aftertaste was like wood." "It tastes like reeeeeally salty chocolate."
After school we went riding and D set up a large crossrail for Cl to jump her pony over. I used to jump: in fact the majority of my riding career has been jumping. I even won a blue ribbon in vertical jumping with a throroughbred named Ellie. So I asked my mom if I could jump it and I did! I stopped jumping because I fell off twice in a row jumping. So that is a big milestone for me. And R did great: he only jumped wide a few times, and he seemed to be enjoying it.
Right now I'm not feeling too great. I have a terrible cold and might stay home tomorrow, so if any of you peeps at school wonder where I am, HI! Right here.
Thanks for reading, again
-Madeline
PS. Tip for the day: Try old things you knew you loved, even if it makes you scared.