When I was in the seventh grade, I attended a school very far from where I lived. I was in a carpool with NINE other kids. We were driven to school by one of the mothers of the three families who went there. So yes, there were 10 people rolling along in the minivan. On Halloween of that year it snowed, over three feet. Our commute the next school day was extended from one half hour to two hours. I decided to pen an excuse note to give to the office. I was sure the entire school was going to be late like us, so I did not take it too seriously. I must not have needed it, because I found it this week in the most recent care package from my mother. I used to think I was funny.

I spelled tragedy wrong.