The Worst Day Ever

Have you ever had a really, really bad day? I’m not talking about the time when your curly hair became not curly because of the rain, or the time when you dropped all of your books in the hallway by accident, and everybody decides that’s the time to start walking from their lockers to class, and ends up stepping all over your stuff. No, I’m talking about that time when bad things just constantly are happening all day. Like Monday. Let’s start at the beginning of the day. Five thirty in the morning, my alarm clock goes off. That annoying buzzing sound stuck in my head. I force myself up, and hop into the shower. But wait, my sister didn’t fix the bath mat that sticks to the floor of the shower, and I slip, hitting my head on the way down. When I’m done with my shower I get an earful from my mom about being loud in the bathroom and waking up my sister. Newsflash mom, she’s 11, and she’s the one that didn’t fix the mat after her shower. Could this day possibly get any worse? Apparently I spoke too soon, because when I step out the door the bus is just turning the corner, great I missed the bus! So my mother, that isn’t really thrilled with me right now, has to drive me to school in her pajamas. Fantastic! When I get to school it’s raining, and I decided not to wear shoes with a very good grip today. I’m doing fine until I reach the stairs. I slowly make my way up, watching my feet the whole time. Three stairs away and I’m feeling pretty confident. Well that is until someone walking up the steps bumps into me and sends me to the floor. Note to self, don’t wear non grip shoes to school when raining. Things went alright in 1st hour until I figured out my juice in my lunch box leaked on all of the stuff in my backpack. Sticky homework does not equal happy teachers. That went on throughout all of the classes, getting in trouble for not having my homework done, which I did, and I ended up sitting in the hall. Gym class was interesting, we were playing kickball, and instead of really paying attention, I was talking to my friend. That got me far, not! That got me a ball in the face, and a trip to the nurses office. She gave me an ice pack to cover up the large red mark on my face. Totally attractive. The end of the day finally came around and while walking to the bus, you guessed it, I walked into a stop sign. But instead of getting frustrated with myself this time, I laughed at myself with my friends. Yeah, I can try to act cool, but after awhile I get bored and go back to being my quirky, clumsy self.