The Day I Almost Went to Egypt

So many nice things happened today that it's almost as good as my birthday. I keep thinking this is the default emotional state I should use for the rest of the year because it's really good and keeps you in good humour.

Naturally I was already put in a happy mood by the mere thought of today being the last day of school before the Chinese New Year break. That, and the anticipation of tomorrow dawning: hurrah, my birthday! When I was much younger the excitement started a month before my birthday, then the gap gradually decreased and this year I finally got my birthday mood today, just at the morning of the eve. It's very late, but it makes me feel young.

So today everything went well, even the part where the whole class got scolded felt good, and nothing could ruin my high spirits. It's a rare feeling. That's why the eves of celebrations are always more exciting: they set the standards for the real thing (seldom does the real thing triumph over the eve), there's a pre-celebration leading up to the real article, and then there's the unbeatable, irreplacable anticipation factor.

Oh yes, regarding the title, perhaps I should word it as: the day I almost agreed to go to Egypt despite having previous engagements but due to my conscience, have very reluctantly said goodbye to sand dunes and mummies.