According to Murphy's Law, everything that can go wrong, will. I have to say that I bear witness to that.
It was an irregular day to begin with. I awoke–for no reason whatsoever–at 4 a.m, climbed out of bed, walked outside my bedroom door, and waltz right into the kitchen. I thought I was in a dream, and apparently I was trying to accomplish something by being in the kitchen; although I don't know what. I came to my senses and went back to bed, only to awake a few hours later to the blaring noise of my alarm clock. Of course, I hit the snooze, because I was exhausted from the basketball game the night before. I finally did get up and got ready for school, and reasoned with myself that this would be regular old Wednesday. How sadly I was mistaken.
The day didn't really start going wrong until just before lunch. I was in my English class and we were just about to correct our vocabulary homework. I was very sure that I had, indeed, finished the entire assignment. However, little did I know that our teacher failed–or was just too lazy–to write some "new" pages on the board, and– because I talk a lot in class– I missed the verbal instructions on this assignment. I didn't fret too much, though. I knew that I would be able to take a 'late' grade (10% off) and it wouldn't be too bad. But of course, things can't go as I assume, and I was greeted with this explanation, "No, Lukas, you can't take a late score because you already had some of the assignment finished, therefore, it isn't technically late. You will have to 'repair' your grade at a later date if you want a better grade." By 'repair' I'm pretty sure she means, "You're still getting a horrible grade on this assignment."
So, a little flustered and upset, I trotted down to the lunchroom to quell my hunger pains and try and forget my recent ordeal. Once again, I was met with unexpected 'opposition'. The lunch lady decided to give me–a healthy
but very hungry and growing boy– the smallest freakin' potato to ever come out of the soil.
After finishing my "potato" (I feel dirty calling it that) in one bite–skins and all–I was off to my least favorite class: Algebra. Now, at least this time I was prepared for the news I received: I didn't do all that great on my test. I know I wasn't expecting to do well on the test, but it was still rather disappointing. I hung my head for the remainder of the class, and the following one after that, until my weight lifting class came around.
I thought to myself, "Aha! I finally have a chance to get rid of all my frustrations of my day."
I began warming up but quickly realized that 1). I was extremely sore from the day before and 2). I was really freakin' sore. Put those two factors hand and hand, and you have one unenjoyable class!
Finally, the bell rang, relieving me of my school duties, and I quickly thought of what lay ahead for my after school activities.
"Yes, I don't have to go to basketball practice because I get to go on a drive with my driving instructor!" I said to myself.
I quickly gathered my things, purchased some soda for the 2 hour lesson, and sat in the foyer for my soon-to-be-arriving vehicle. And what do you know? The stupid vehicle never came. I waited for 45 minutes before I found out that, apparently, unbeknownst to me, my drive had been cancelled just a few hours earlier. I am pretty sure that there wasn't any possible thing that could have gone wrong after that; which is why I'm sitting at home now, trying not to do too much because something just might go awry.
I guess I just had 'one of those days…'
