The birthday

Somehow my second period class (superstars) found out that tomorrow is my birthday. At the beginning of class, all they wanted to do was talk about me, my family (the triplets, especially. Sorry Myles :) ), and what I was doing to celebrate. I promised them if they worked their hardest on their essays for 40 minutes we could have the last five to talk and I'd answer some of their questions.

But, of course, after spending the whole period helping them with their essays I looked at the clock when there was a minute left in class.

As I was doing so, everyone sang "Happy Birthday" at the top of their lungs. My face became bright red ("Miss, you're blushing!" )and I couldn't stop smiling.

Nothing can ruin my day now.