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I barely survived the most atrociously wretched day imaginable. Everyone experiences days like it: everything sets you off, everything infuriates you, and everything goes as wrong as possible. While I thrived in the midst of one, I breathed an exasperated sigh of relief when the long awaited end arrived after a dreaded double period of biology. I trudged up the path, my hand dribbling with blood, a mark of the anger and stress induced biting during biology. The march up the path lasted for an eternity.
Lunch came as always: me picking up my place, choosing which questionable dish to risk today, sitting in the chair with the cushion, and battling for trays. Lucky for my, it appeared that I arrived first at my table; trays were mine. Excitement swept over me in anticipation of the nose game that I would start when my fellow classmates arrived. I waited anxiously. After three minutes of waiting? No one. Five minutes of waiting and greasy pizza? Still the only one there. Seven minutes? Twelve minutes? One person arrived. One glorious person. Looks like I'd still have to do a job. When no one sits in the noisy, bustling lunch rom in the middle of the worst day ever, one must realize that nothing, I repeat NOTHING is allowed to go right. That must be against god's will. I think it's in the bible somewhere. Me, being a fool, should have realize that my day did not posess the slightest of chances to get better. It should have hit me sooner. But oh, did it hit me.
It hit me straight in the face. Red, gloopy, sticky, and humiliating. I froze in my cushioned chair as the jello dribbled down my miserable face. The preservatives, the gelatin, the unholy amounts of sugar laughed mercilessly at my shocked face, now stained red, alongside the football players with their bitches, fork still in hand, still gleaming with the faint pinkish of the jello that once laid there. Ever just wanted to sob your eyes out right where you were? I may have if there hadn't been jello in my eye.
During a bad day, only fools get their hopes up with false optimism. When in the duration of a bad day, just get through it, accept your fate, and hope for tornado warnings. Never be surprised when that gelatinous muck smacks you in the face. simply take not that next time you see that flubbery substance waiting there for dessert to aim well, and never look back.
Lunch came as always: me picking up my place, choosing which questionable dish to risk today, sitting in the chair with the cushion, and battling for trays. Lucky for my, it appeared that I arrived first at my table; trays were mine. Excitement swept over me in anticipation of the nose game that I would start when my fellow classmates arrived. I waited anxiously. After three minutes of waiting? No one. Five minutes of waiting and greasy pizza? Still the only one there. Seven minutes? Twelve minutes? One person arrived. One glorious person. Looks like I'd still have to do a job. When no one sits in the noisy, bustling lunch rom in the middle of the worst day ever, one must realize that nothing, I repeat NOTHING is allowed to go right. That must be against god's will. I think it's in the bible somewhere. Me, being a fool, should have realize that my day did not posess the slightest of chances to get better. It should have hit me sooner. But oh, did it hit me.
It hit me straight in the face. Red, gloopy, sticky, and humiliating. I froze in my cushioned chair as the jello dribbled down my miserable face. The preservatives, the gelatin, the unholy amounts of sugar laughed mercilessly at my shocked face, now stained red, alongside the football players with their bitches, fork still in hand, still gleaming with the faint pinkish of the jello that once laid there. Ever just wanted to sob your eyes out right where you were? I may have if there hadn't been jello in my eye.
During a bad day, only fools get their hopes up with false optimism. When in the duration of a bad day, just get through it, accept your fate, and hope for tornado warnings. Never be surprised when that gelatinous muck smacks you in the face. simply take not that next time you see that flubbery substance waiting there for dessert to aim well, and never look back.