So, I didn't exactly have the best day today at school. What is sad is that it was only a half day today. Anywho, I was just in a ratty mood because of finals. I really didn't want to take them today. I got a hundred on my health final though. I guess that is something to be happy about...even though that is like the easiest class ever!
Now for the not so good parts of my day: In the middle of my geometry exam, I looked down at my shirt and saw a tag. I was surprised at first because I thought that it was a piece of paper. So I tried to wipe it off of my shirt. Well, It wasn't working, so I tried to rip it off. I was almost done removing the tag when I realized that my shirt was on inside out. The tag that I was ripping off belonged to my shirt. I felt so stupid. I could feel my face redden and I sunk as low as my seat would allow. I didn't know what to do. So I hid that tag with my jacket and hoped that no one would notice.
Right after the geometry final I almost ran to my next class. I walked into the Spanish room and looked at the board. There was a huge list of things to do. All of it was book work of course, but I just kind of blew it off and wondered what our final was going to be. My friend and I were the only ones who were taking the final in Spanish because our school is so pathetically small that there were only a few of us who staying the whole day. (a few as in thirty or forty students. Isn't that small!!)
So my friend and I were waiting in the classroom for our instructions when the teacher just walked in and sat down. We just kind of stared at her, waiting for her to give us some instructions. She didn't, so we hesitantly asked her what was going on. She pointed to the board and I about exploded. I was not about to do seven pages for a final. But, I sat down and did the work like I was supposed to...without exploding.
Then I went to lunch. I forgot my lunch card, but my friends told me just to get in line and play it innocent. I did and told the lady that I had forgotten my card in my locker. It was the truth, but I still felt like I was lying just a little bit. This is because usually you are supposed to go to the end of the line if you forget your card. Well anyways, after lunch I did a lot of walking around and looking lost while I waited and looked for where my mom would be picking me up.
So now I am waiting for the day to get better. It might or it might not. There is no way to tell.
2 comments:
poor poor Jessica, it seems like you say every day is a bad day.
Good point Mary Beth, Jessica you are such a teenager. =)
Next time you are having a "bad" day I challenge you to find five things good about it. If you can't then I challenge you to make five good things happen before you end your day.
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