(Enter--Newbie)

So here she is our new contributor! Florence who I was hoping would pen herself Flo but that really isn't for me to decide. She will fit well and stand out. I'm excited to hear whatever she has to say (I wait with bated breath missy) and I'm hoping she will grace us more than every once and a while. (Lets all thank Google for the pic, I certainly chuckled!)

Anyway as for my day. First of all I woke up late and that was no good because I had work to finish but no matter I plowed ahead ready for my day. I made it to school in good time and amazingly found a place to park. Upon exiting I realized the unbrella I had brought along was broken, but seeing as I prize being dry over vanity I sucked it up and grabbed my bookbag. the next thing I realized was that it is very easy to go an entire day without thinking about your feet, however it is a daunting task to go a mere second without thinking about them when they are hopelessly wet (as mine were). In short I wore the wrong shoes. At this point it was getting steadily more difficult to ignore all these little things, as I wrestled the mangled umbrella out of my hair, tried to ignore my sopping feet, all the while keeping tissues handy for my relentless sneezing (I now also have a cold). I did however make it to class, all tissues accounted for, and I tryed to compose myself for 2 solid hours of French verb conjugation. I was ready. I realized very quickly that this wasn't going to be any easy task. My professer entered, bonjoured me and asked if I was sick. I fumbled out a nearly inaudible Oui along with some other poorly constructed sentance then decided today would be a good day to not speak. The rest of the class went about the same way as I attempted conversation with french speaking mumblers using words that could have been turkish for all I new. Class eventually did end and I met up with a friend to get some work done. After about another 2 hours I gave up and left early. The rest of my day was pretty much the same though I did switch shoes. I'm looking forward to sunny days and the ability to breath through my nose again, until then I'll learn to appreciate the immense variety of tissue box designs that are out there.

Love and Sniffles (they're all I have to offer)