Mondays...

Mondays are strange days. You would think that Monday, being that it's the first work day of the week, it would be the day where everyone is the crankiest. But, no. I, being the only one who has to go to school this morning, am the only one who wakes up half-heartadly, dreading the 5 hours of straight classes that must be endured on a Monday. However, for the rest of my family, they are all bright and chipper, ready to do with the day whatever they wish. In a way, I think I feel like Garfield. I crawl out of my box, look at my calendar, and then, get bombarded by the unhappy fact of monday. Of course, with me, I usually don't get a pie thrown at my face . But, I'm sure, that by the time I reach 5 o'clock, at the end of my classes, I'm sure I will find a sense of relief in knowing that the hardest events of Monday are over. All that is left are the dishes to wash, left for me by my family's dinner.