5

This number has always been my favorite. Growing up it was because I was number 5 in a long line of siblings-the 5th child, the youngest, the one who managed to dodge the administration, otherwise known as mom and dad. In highschool it morphed into becoming my number in volleyball-- emilysharon #5 turned up everywhere, in highschool yearbooks, letters being passed illegally and most importantly on Mr. Slonakor's white board with a few check marks next to it for talkative behavior-which usually progressed into getting a noon. The 5th song on every CD I would buy would end up being the greatest song on the planet. The list could go on, number 5 was good to me. In more recent years, it seemed to be forgotten, until today. I realized something...

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, the number 5 plays a vital role in my day. The 5th floor, my refuge. The cafeteria.

On another note, I read that today is National Ice Cream Day, thanks to President Reagan. 9% (too bad it's not 5) of all of the milk that is produced by U.S. dairy farmers is used to produce ice cream. That's alot of ice cream...eat up!!