Seems about right

I came down with something on Saturday. That night it snowed. So on Sunday I was too sick to properly enjoy it finally. Coincidence or cosmic irony? You decide. However, I did enjoy it - just not to the fullest extent possible. There were about three inches and six kids. I have no idea who most of them are. They just aggregated in our backyard,because we have the best sledding hill in the neighborhood. That's one thing that can be said for our house here in Finneytown: come winter, it's a good one to have around. Our backyard is a hill with a generous incline. At the bottom is a long level spot, and then it inclines again, even steeper, and just for a couple yards before dumping into brushy trees. It is my eternal goal to be able to work up enough momentum to clear the level area and plunge all the way into the trees. I've only ever been able to do it by pushing along with my arms for half the flat part.
-Besides sledding, I threw snowballs at everyone. Didn't matter who they were. I think they were gradually switching out kids. Some of them were bitter fighters, especially the small ones. Needless to say, I was the best. However, I was sick, so periodically I needed to take time out to rest. I need to have more snowball fights, because I'm now feeling the burn in my legs - apparently it's more taxing than you realize at the time. And I've decided that I want to get more in shape. In fact, I've been doing sit-ups every night. The goal is to eventually have a six-pack. Because when has being fit and smoking hot ever been a bad thing? Well, probably during accidental forays into the gay section of town, but I doubt that really happens all that often. And, as far as I know, Cincinnati doesn't have an apportioned gay section. This has gone on too long. Next paragraph.
-Let's see. Got straight A's for the semester and exams. So that's good.
-Did that tutoring today, in the library after school. Patrice, unlike, for example, Micah, is teachable. I think the class just moves right past her. Now, bear in mind, we've only been acquainted for forty minutes. At the start, I did a pretty awkward job teaching, but toward the end, I had a better handle on it. And I gave her a good amount of sample problems so we could make sure she had it down. Boy, if we had just stopped at the end of the homework, the session might as well have not happened, because there were only about five problems, and each using a different principle, so that she barely got exposed to any of them. At the end she handed me $15, but since it had only been two thirds of an hour, I gave one of them back. Probably I should have kept it all, since I'm the poor one, not her mom (who's the one doing the paying, of course), but this way (a) I don't have a guilty conscience at all and (b) her mom will see that I'm quite the Honest John, and be more likely to schedule more sessions. Five dollars back. She won't even be expecting that. Like a bolt of kindness zapped down uponto her. I'm awesome. You can't even follow that.