Today is a rainy Friday. Fridays are supposed to be fun and exciting, arriving at school with the satisfaction that you only have oe more day of learning before your weekend begins. BUt not this one. I can see the expressions on people's faces, and I know no one is going to be in a good mood. This morning at the bus stop, i could hear the splash of cars speeding through the rain filled puddles and the sound of rain drops plummiting to the ground. I can practically feel my freshly straightened hair frizzing. I can taste the cold fall air hovering.