Even though I'm henceforth legally considered a grown-up, I still feel chilidsh enough to quote Winnie the Pooh. Because it is true. Big huge balloon, mmmh. 

 

So this week. Monday, I got a hat from my former dance teacher. Right before christmas, she told us she was knitting hats so she made one for all the girls in dance class that wanted one. Tuesday, we had another snow day, which also meant more snow. It snowed for two days whitout pause, but now it's finally beginning to melt. Hopefully it'll be gone before it turns april, but I'm not too sure about that. Anyways, wednesday, my former chemistry teacher gave us maple syrup that he'd produced himself, just like he said I would, so now I have a big can of maple syrup, for whenever I get back and wanna eat canadian again. Then thursday, I got a big balloon from the guy in my physics class, and then I really mean big, like humungous, that Natasha tied to my wrist, so I walked around with that one all day long. I got quite a few weird looks, like why is she walking around with a big balloon? And my dear little Ann made me a cake, that we ate at lunch. All in all, I had a very good birthday.