Swore I wouldn't make this into one of those horrid whiny blogs where all the posts are complaints, but must break the promise today in order to rant.
Today sucked. Really.
It started off on a bad note, alarm clock having not have gone off and entire family not have woken up (and thus no packed lunch). But no biggee. Arriving at school, I was suddenly hit with the ongoing headache of finding a new staff supervisor for Model U.N. Then, the pain in the rear end that is completing a ToK Presentation. All before first period. Morning classes were a temporary reprieve from the growing sense of wrong that was already becoming prominent in my head.
Lunch was an affair dominated mostly by a lengthy VPAC meeting, during which my stomach grumbled as I tried not to think about the cafeteria meal choices that were dwindling by the second. After stuffing down a disgustingly processed cheeseburger, I ran up two flights of stairs to avoid being late to the one class that one is never late for: Economics.
Which didn't go too badly, and all was okay for 75 minutes. Then came history. There was an undercurrent of impending doom, but my naivete coupled with blind hope helped block out negative vibes.
And then, just as the bell rang we received our tests back. Did not do very well, despite the immense amount of studying (prioritized over every other subject for a week leading to subsequent falls in achievement in those classes but whatever).
On crowded bus home, saw miraculously empty seat and sat down, even though usually never doing so in irrational fear of bus seat conundrum.*
Immediately got yelled at by old man for not giving up seat to him. Too tired to argue, gave up seat and was crashed into by large, stinky stranger on bus. Tried to get off at stop, but was blocked by large, stinky stranger on bus. Bus driver did not hear repeated yelling to please open door and let me off.
Once home, complained loudly to mother about day, shed some tears for sympathy, made facetious offhand comment about dropping IB and becoming a janitor.
Neighbours happen to be visiting. Merciless teasing about occupation choice ensues.
FML.
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*Getting yelled at for not giving up seat to elderly/handicapped/ person carrying heavy items , yet getting yelled at when offering seat to person who looks old/handicapped/carrying heavy items but feels offended that you consider them to be so/does not think they are
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