Ripped-Off

This weekend zoomed off so quickly, I didn't even feel it. Weekends usually are a small break were I can wake up later and don't need to worry about school. Even if they almost always include some type of competition (swim meet, horse-back riding tournament, car race, or polo match), I always get the rest I need. Now that I think about it, these competitions actually help me get my mind off school, which is a hundred times more stressful than any competition I've ever been to. These weekends help me go on each week, never forgetting there is the hope of vacations coming up in the distance.
This weekend however, wasn't as good as it should have been.

First of all, both Saturday and Sunday I had to wake up at 6:30AM! There was this horse-back riding competition, but they decided to make it earlier this time. Instead of starting at 8:30AM as they always do, they decided to start at 7:30AM. This meant I needed to be there by 7:00AM sharp so I could go over the course, which also meant I had to wake up at about six so we could get there on time. In the end, I woke up at 6:30, we had to rush to Arrayanes (where the competition was taking place), and I didn't make it on time to go over the course. It's a family curse: we can never be on time anywhere, no matter how hard we try. Fortunately, I was able to learn it by watching the riders who went before me (me and my great memory), and apparently, it actually worked. I always new exactly where to go, and I did a perfect course with no penalties. I felt so proud of myself!

The next day, I had to wake up at the same time to go see my sister pass. I wouldn't have woken up if my mother's cell phone hadn't rung so loudly at about five thirty. I wasn't able to keep on sleeping, so I decided to just go (beats staying at home all day). In the end, it wasn't so bad because after my sister was done, my mother let us stay to see the Totto Cup, in which two of my teammates won (Take that other horse-back riding teams).

So right now, I feel very sleepy, and I'm looking ahead to a painfully long school week. And what's even worse, is that I wouldn't have to be worrying so much about it, because tomorrow would be a holiday. But it just so happened that Worker's Day fell on a Saturday. There's no Puente for the working people of Colombia because their special holiday fell on the start of weekend! Anyway, right now I'm sitting here, writing this post and I just imagine how late I would have woken up tomorrow, relaxing from the weekend competition and having fun with my father. He arrives today from Medellin at about 9:30PM, and we won't have a chance to see him until tomorrow, because we need to go to bed early because tomorrow there's no Puente!

To make my night even worse, I just remembered that next year, Worker's Day falls on a Sunday!