Aiden Deis: My Subset of Reality

Monday, December 5th - 2011

6:40 Remembering that today was Monday, I eagerly jumped out of bed and started preparing myself for the awaiting day. To the more observant reader... this makes absolutely no sense! But on Mondays I go to Rashal's house after school and I help Melv with his homework... again, this probably doesn't seem like much reason to be exited about a Monday, but I am.

At first, helping Melv was just something a did to pass the time between when I get out of school and when I had to go to marching practice, but seeing his progress- seeing his 'spelling words' starting at "as" and now going up to "sanding"... something about that just gives ME an overwhelming sense of personal achievement. Does that make sense?

7:10 Finished showering and put my clothes on.

7:15 I saw that it was SNOWING!!

7:55 The bus dropped me at school. Usually I would go to the band-hall first to go and put my back-pack and whatever else I might happen to be carrying with me down at my seat, but Mrs. Demps had asked to go by her room when I get to school, so I could show her what progress I had made on my debate.

I printed out a copy of everything I had typed out and handed it to her. Even though I had made a BREAKTHROUGH over the weekend... what I had typed out was little more than half a page's worth. I really hoped that in reading the 'PLAN' of the debate, Mrs. Demps would realize the implications involved with what I've concocted. I wasn't sure she would though... I looked over to the the clock on Mrs. Demps' wall and saw that I still had time left before school started, time to ask the question that I've been BURNING to ask since 12:31 am Sunday morning. I walked over to Mrs. Ritti's room on the opposite side of the High-School. I walked in and unintentionally announced my presence as to alert all the failing students (in there for tutorials) that 'No...I'm not here against my will.'

"Are you busy Mrs. Ritty?"

"I always am, but what's on your mind?"

And that's where things started rolling. I spent the next 20 minutes asking Mrs. Ritti and Mrs. Everly Questions and proposing new ideas that didn't seem to convince them.

What we were discussing was gravity and all that was happening was I was trying to find out what exactly we (humans) knew about gravity. The reason I wanted to know this was because I have a theory, and I believe this theory explains why gravity exists. Problem is... my theory involves both Einstein and Newton being wrong. I bit of a hard pill to swallow, I know, but that should prove to you how strongly I believe in this theory. Naturally I wasn't going to just announce to the two teachers in the school who are best educated on the topic that simply thought Einstein and Newton were wrong in their observations of gravity. So I didn't. I instead questioned them about everything surrounding my theory, just so I can see what I would have to prove and disprove in order to give my theory a fighting chance (I'm thinking of calling it 'The Time-Scale Theory'). I am convinced!

My plan is to go to Mrs. Everly tomorrow morning before school and fully explaining my theory to her in its current state. Hopefully she keeps an open mind and doesn't dismiss my theory, just because it defers from that of two of the greatest minds that have walked this planet... that's not asking to much is it?

The rest of my school day was pretty uneventful.

Me and Melv didn't have time to finish home-work between his boy-scouts and my play practice starting half and hour early.

6:30 Rashal dropped me off at play practice and just like always we had an awkward good-bye, this is because I feel my soul twisting inside whenever I don't say good-bye and both Melv and Ben never greet (Hello or Bye). I do understand that they are extremely young and this can be expected... but my soul still twists.

7:40 Play practice went by quickly and I had to text Dad to tell him that we were finishing up early. I stood at the front door of the school remembering that all day during class I was distracted by the dust-like snow falling outside and wanted -even more than I wanted my theory to be correct- to be outside.

And so having nothing preventing me to do so, I opened the door and stepped into the heaven of this pure white substance that crunched under my shoes and sent joy all the way from the souls of my feet to the very tip of my ever-numbing little-finger.

I walked around a while waiting for dad to arrive. I came across an area that was completely covered by snow, and an idea surged through my mind. I knew the instant that the idea struck me, that it was a bad idea... but I also knew that I was going to do it regardless of the freezing consequences. It took some effort, but I eventually managed to manually override my natural survival instincts. As the sensation of endless chill covered my back and extended a hand over my mind, I realized why evolution put that survival tactic in place. As the hand of chill squeezed my brain and sent a bolt of energy, alertness and enveloping peace right through my body... I realized why I did it anyway. I finally stood up and stared down at my first ever snow-angel. Below it I wrote "I had no choice", that was my undoing, my fingers were going numb and my back was getting colder. I got my phone out and took a picture. Then I sent the picture to Mrs. Dimps, Kari and Alice Handler (who texted me and asked if it was me who was outside taking pictures of the snow)

7:55ish Dad picked me up and informed me that my house's water pipes are frozen. I sure picked a great day to make a snow angel!