Sometimes things in life get me down. Like Garabedian's new policy to round up second semester grades but not first semester grades. Or impossible tests that have questions with no real right answers. It's tough when I feel like I have no control. But then I remember some of the finer things in life. Ice cream. Friends. Music. The high notes on the piano. Leg room, oh sweet leg room. Shirts made of good material and volcom cubed. The pillow at the end of a long day. Chocolate. Flattery. The reflection of a sunset on the lake. The girl who sits next to me. The important things. And then I forget why I was stressed in the first place.