Today I was sick and didn't go to school. I probably could have gone to school, but I'm pretty much down to 1 class that I respect/think I'm learning things in/care about beyond getting a good grade (note: I'm not a terrible student, it's just with APs over my 2 other great classes are essentially finished and my other 2 teachers have pretty much burned out). Soooooo anyway, I slept in until 11:30.
I called my best friend and asked what the English homework was and she said it was to start Death of a Salesman. Since I wasn't at school today, I didn't get a copy of the play. I wasn't not going to do the homework, so I set out to find a copy. After looking through the second bookshelf, sure enough, I found an old copy - probably from the 70s - of the play.
I'm really grateful to live in a home where I can find a copy of almost any book I need. I mean, I'm not the child of English professors and our house certainly isn't Barnes and Noble, but I think we have a copy of all the classics, often 2 or 3 copies. Even if we don't have it, or if I just really want my own copy, we have money enough to buy the book. I'm so glad I get to have books.
Someday, I'm going to work in a bookstore.