Well then. It's my birthday today. Cinco de Mayo, and I'm also hispanic so that's something interesting.

My birthdays are alright. It's nice to know that I've, somehow, survived another year, and, frankly, I'm surprised I'm still alive. I get myself hurt every other day, sometimes by choice. And when I say by choice, I don't mean that I cut myself or hurt myself because I hate me. No. I mean that I would get myself hurt because I was dumb enough to do something that would for sure hurt me, like intimidating a rottweiler (which I actually did once).

For now, I just want to say that I'm glad my birthday is not on a school day. Why? Because it is super awkward (and kinda funny).

I see it happen all the time with other people's birthdays and I'm glad I've been blessed from that torture. In class, when the teacher finds out it's your birthday, she makes the entire class sing 'Happy Birthday'. Sure it's a happy song, but, when they sing, I feel like I'm at a funeral. They sing as if they just had the life sucked out of them, all monotone and no enthusiasm. And who could blame them. I sure as hoof don't want to sing 'Happy Birthday' to someone I don't know.

And then the 'Happy Birthday dear, *insert name here*' part. This is the awkward part of the song where you find out just how well known you are in the class. If someone doesn't know your name, then they mumble the tune. So if at that part of the song you hear more mumble than your actual name, then you just had a rough idea of how many people don't know you and/or have a mumbling problem.

To finish off, I don't know if this happens at other schools or not, but it sure happens in mine. I always enjoy myself when one of my friends is put in the awkward spotlight. It's funny and we always get a good laugh.

Happy Batalla del Pueblo everybody.