Fruits, Phone Calls, and, um, Other Things that Don't Start With "F"

Yesterday, Mom and I went to Meijer to look for some new fruits to try. I picked up an odd looking green specimen called a cherimoya. After a bit of cajoling, I convinced Mom to take it home to try.
That night, I was getting dinner around, and I cut it open. My nostrils were immediately hit by a very familiar smell. I took a bite and realized it was a fruit I had eaten once before: In the Peruvian jungle village of Alejandria. A native had plucked it from a tree, cracked it on the trunk, and handed it to me, mimicking the action of pulling out a seed, sucking off the fruit, and spitting out the seed.
The fruit looks a little different from Peru to the USA, mostly likely due to the distance it had to travel before reaching Meijer in Birch Run... this fruit is native only to Peru and Chile. Anyway, Mom and I were incredibly excited, jumping around the kitchen and such. I'm sure Dad and Bo thought we had gone crazy(er). Of course the flavor wasn't quite as intense as that of the fruit picked directly from the vine, but it was close.

Today we had a review in Spanish class, which meant that the class was even more insanely easy than usual. After class, I was eating my lunch. Emilyy had called me several times, so when my phone rang, I answered it without looking at the Caller ID. Much to my surprise, it was Rocky! We talked for a while, while he walked to class. It made me miss camp and Crossroads :)

I sat with Emilyy and her family while she got registered for our Photography class, then it was time for History. The teacher accidentally put her notes for the day up on Blackboard, instead of just an outline, so I wrote a letter and doodled during class... printed out the notes in the computer lab right after :)

I went to the library for a while, none of my books were in... joined Curves, came home and changed, went back there for my first session... huzzah.

It was a good day :)