I don't mean to complain, but....

IT IS FR-EE-ZING.

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We have about a fifty-five percent chance that our car will start. And even if it does, you may not even make it up the hill to your house.

Ohh, the joys of living in the boreal forest. Up North. With all season tires. Not the greatest idea. Luckily we bought a new car and all, and it works better than our old one, but it still doesn't have winter tires. 

But we are surviving this cold! 

Although I am disappointed I haven't been able to play hockey since Christmas. 

Ok, I do have a point to this post. I promise I won't just rant about the cold. 

Tomorrow I'm turning fifteen. 

Hurrah... not so much. 

I mean, I like being fourteen. It's a comfort zone thing. (Not to mention it's an even number, and thirteen and fifteen sound strange... I know. The way my brain works is odd.)

Anyhow, I'm not super pumped to turn fifteen. I'm not dreading it, surprisingly, but it's a teeny bit scary.

When I was in grade two I thought grade eights were scary. Now I'm in grade ten thinking the grade twelves are scary. 

Actually, who am I kidding? I think grade tens are scary, too. 

I was thinking to myself today about how old I feel. 

All the adults are going, "Awe, but you're still so little!" and I know I am.

 I feel like fifteen years is a long time, but that's only because my ENTIRE LIFE happened in a 15 year period. (Everyone else has already reached this conclusion and I'm just now picking up on it.)

Jesus came to earth roughly around two thousand years ago. 

It sounds like forever ago, but it ISN'T THAT LONG. 

"...In two thousand years only twenty people, each a hundred years old, might have lived one after the other -- twenty people one after the other since the time of Christ -- and that doesn't seem so long after all!"

~ Virgil M. Hillyer (A Child's History of the World, pg 21)

So if two thousand years isn't a long time than fifteen years surely isn't.

This is a good reminder for me that what I know isn't the only knowledge in the world. There's always more to discover. 

And now, for an interesting fact:

I have decided (are you ready for this??) to step out of my homeschooled comfort zone and take a class at the high school. 

...are you shocked?

You probably should be. I'm shocked. How much more crazy can I get?

 It's a pretty interesting milestone, really. Four days after my birthday I go to high school for the first time. 

But it's exciting! 

And even though I don't know what a homeroom is or where the bathrooms are, I'm not too worried. I'll survive ... at least, I hope. 

Hopefully, my next post will be a story of the worst first day one can ever have at school.

Anyways, if I come back - cough - WHEN I come back, I will give a short update of how it went. 

.... I really hope I don't die.