I knew it was going to be a bad day right from the start. I got to class and realized that I had left the research papers that I needed sitting on the kitchen counter. I thought I could talk my way out of it, but the teacher said that she had warned us that there would be no excuses for having a late paper and she would no longer accept it, so therefore, I got a big zero for the assignment. I knew that I was really going to have to put all of my efforts into the next two book reports if I had a hope of even passing the class now.

The day got even better. When I got to the cafeteria at lunchtime, a group of goofballs ran into me while running out of the door and spilled chocolate milk all over my sweater. It was the sweater that I had “borrowed” from my mom’s closet and I had planned to return it as soon as I got home from school.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was after school when I went into the library to start some research for a term paper that I had coming up. The door got jammed and I was locked in the library. I could not get out until someone found me over an hour later.

I went home and had a huge meltdown. I grabbed a box of Oreo cookies and ate the whole thing in front of the TV. I feel much better now.