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Most days of the year are unremarkable.

They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between.

Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

- Narrator, 500 Days of Summer (2009)

Monday, September 10th, 2001, was an unremarkable day. It began, and it ended, with no lasting memories made in between. It had no impact on the course of my life.

If habit can replace memory, I probably woke up from an unremarkable sleep, ate an unremarkable breakfast, sat on an unremarkable pleather back row seat on an unremarkable yellow school bus on an unremarkable commute, attended an unremarkable day of junior high school, starting the unremarkable second week of an unremarkable seventh grade.

I probably felt unremarkable boredom during my unremarkable classes, ate an unremarkable tuna sandwich school lunch, played an unremarkable game of 3-on-3 pickup basketball during an unremarkable recess.

I probably sat in the same unremarkable pleather back row seat, on the same unremarkable yellow school bus, on the same unremarkable route back home.

I probably completed unremarkable homework, had an unremarkable dinner with family, engaged in unremarkable conversations on unremarkable topics, and played unremarkable video games until an unremarkable bedtime.