Thanksgiving finally rolls in at our house, the fog is lifting with every passing minute. Soon, I will finally be able to visualize this Scott guy. It is hard for me to make myself believe that I’m going to learn to skate with another person. The sheer prospect of meeting a stranger that I have to learn to trust throwing me into the air and lifting me over his head with one arm might I add while skating on a hard surface is completely daunting.

I’m in no rush to get out of bed because once my mother hears my footsteps from downstairs, she’ll force me to clean before our...