And They Wonder Why My Hands Are Always Cold, or, Sometimes I Wish I Could Fly. I mean drive.

At some point, biking becomes inconvenient.
Up he'uh in Maine, yahknow, it getsah bit chilleh.
I know I haven't talked too much about biking since this summer, but I assure you, I'm still peddling around like a little girl on training wheels.
My house is conveniently located near, well, everything. I can easily access the grocery store, my thrift store, several outlets and little touristy cafes with just a ten minute bike ride. Which is cool and all. But it means my parents can hold out on my driver's license and not feel guilty.
Because biking around is good for me, right? Sure.
And I like it, right? Welll...
There are definitely times (i.e., this entire week) when I'd rather just have a car, no matter how awesome my bicycle is. It gets cold. Very cold. If any of you are from here, or have been up here, it really does get cold. It's not too bad yet, but it's been storming, and the wind has been enormous. Add onto that preexisting windchill the wind whipping past me as ride downhill to downtown, and it's a bit colder than one might enjoy.
Which is why I'm making a new invention. I'm going to call it the pope-icicle. The Popicle. Nope. The Popsicle.
It's modeled after the pope mobile, and involves a bell of warmth sheilding the bike rider from the outside world, so that one may bike ride in all of the comforts of summer. It comes complete with a synthesized springtime scene portrayed onto the surroundings. Tired of snow? Hop in your Popsicle and your winter woes will be cured!

Oh, I wish. Until then, I'll invest in a set of gloves so that my fingers will stop getting stuck to my frozen brake handles.

Updates on everything:
I am sitting here in my studly hall, the hall of studs (or, not so much. The hall of duds), and I am surrounded here, in the library, by level two science kids doing a project on atomic energy. One of them, two to my right, is incessantly smack, smack, smacking his gum, his lips, his mouth, his keyboard, and I just want to smack smack smack him in the head. CUT IT OUT!

Okay. Now that that's done with. I had my meeting with the superintendent last week. The issue about fundraising was a...misunderstanding. If I understood. As far as having our coach attend nationals, I got shut down. She basically just said no, because it's taxpayer money. Even if we paid for the substitute teacher. She said no.
Witch.
But not really. It's a difficult situation to be in as an administrator, and I get that. I'm just being a big baby, because I didn't get the answer I wanted, and want to just pound my fists on the floor.