Day Eleven: Skips to Work

Day 11

by Zack Eustis

No, gentle readers, I did not skip school today. I skipped TO school and picked a day that felt more like October than February to do it. I took extra care to wedge my lunch into my backpack so I wouldn't end up with a rice pudding and applesauce sandwich come 12:20. I laced up my tennis shoes (who would skip to school in anything else?) and bolted into the morning sunshine. As I leaped from one foot to the other and watched the tiles of sidewalk fly past me like yellow lanes on the freeway, I reflected that skipping is far a more efficient commute than walking backwards OR playing frisbee golf. As I approached the street a car decided to roll through a stop sign on the other side of the road. I stared the driver down without braking stride and he was forced to watch as I skipped gallantly in front of him. Parading down the hill, I was faced with the most substantial early morning student population yet. We exchanged greetings as I skipped beside them and tipped my cap to the nice young lady holding the door. The day was ready to begin.

The picture: I swear is of me skipping. I took three or four shots along the way but this was the only one that ended up with my face in it.

And as I sign off on the first day of Week 3, I feel like a child on Christmas Eve as I watch snowflakes dot the darkness of my driveway. The dream of sledding may finally become a reality.