A Day in The Life: Lindsey May

Hi, people of the Internet! ‘Tis I, Lindsey! Apparently, DITL posts are super popular with our followers, so I demanded a turn we decided it was time for me to have a turn on the blog. I have not gotten a moment in the spotlight since the founding of this blog, really. Not that I mind. I much prefer snooping around, spying on my sisters, etc. But I know you’re all dying to know about what my day looks like, so here we go!

4:00 AM: I know what you’re thinking. Lindsey gets up at 4 AM??? Short answer: yes. I need to be up super early so I can spy on my sisters while they’re still getting their “beauty rest,” as Crystal calls it. I spend the next couple of hours creeping stealthily around the house, noting what each of my sisters are doing as they sleep on my notepad. According to Emily, this is “creepy,” but what does she know?

7:00 AM: My sisters FINALLY start getting up and moving around. Since I have already been up for three hours, I just grab a bagel and start my homework. Obviously, I start with writing, so I log on to my online journalism class. We’re working on making observations around us, and I submit an exposé on Crystal’s weird snoring habits. Fortunately, she’ll never find out about this.

10:30 AM: Time for photography class! I hop on my bike and ride to the community center. Today we’re doing cell photography, which does not mean we are photographing cells, unfortunately. Very misleading title. Turns out, we’re using cell phones. I go to the library and take pictures of flowers. While snapping a shot of the green, a random man comes up and demands in a very rude manner if I have “permission.” Since he has an official-looking badge on his uniform, I reply in the politest way possible. Which is saying “uh . . .” and running in the other direction.

12:00 PM: After having Crystal come down to the community center (in pink sparkly heels, I may add), we finally get things cleared up with the security guard. Then, Crystal marches me home (she won’t even let me ride my bike) and lectures me all the way. Apparently, her feet are “killing” her. Well, she probably shouldn’t have been wearing heels. The girl will never learn.

3:00 PM: Since I have been “grounded indefinitely” by Crystal, I’m sitting in my room outlining a new novel and plotting my revenge. Grace brings me down a snack, a raspberry tartlet, to cheer me up. It works. But I’m still planning that revenge.

6:00 PM: Grace the sister brings me dinner and I gobble it up hungrily. Grace the dog, my roommate, helps. After dinner, I carefully open my window and remove the screen. Since we live in a split-level home, like many Alaskan houses, my room is in the basement. That means if I open my window, I can just climb out onto the ground. I sneak Grace out too. Then, we sneakily creep around the side of the house and I grab my rollerblades from the garage.

6:15 PM: I have been caught! Molly the Tattletale saw me leaving and had McKenna chase me down the block. Sometimes, it’s hard being the second-oldest and still getting grounded the most. But hey, it’s fun.

8:00 PM: As soon as we got home, Crystal sent me to bed. But I’ve been lying here for the past hour and a half in my pajamas dreaming up ways to get Crystal back for grounding me. Burning her shoes crosses my mind, but only once. Okay, maybe twice. OH FINE. ABOUT A DOZEN TIMES. Well, I have to get up in eight hours, so I’ll sign off.

For now.

Lindsey

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10 thoughts on “A Day in The Life: Lindsey May

  1. BURN THE SHOES!!!!!! (Trust me, you’ll be helping her poor killed feet…) or anonymously tape your report on her sleeping habits on the wall, complete with a photo….

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