Bad Day(sigh...for assesment)

Hi all, and to those grading the entry. This blog entry is about a bad day, under a difficulty I faced. (Flip to the second page for a Bad Day video)

Last Wednesday(7th January 2009) was a very bad day in my life. Why? It had numerous bad points, and if I hadn't known better, I would have swore some sadist specially engineered it for me. When I woke up and stumbled off the bed, I couldn't help but feel a constant aching desire to return to my snug and comfortable bed, a feeling I am sure many of us have felt. Anyway, the first bad point of the day occurred then. Outside the bath room, the supposedly non-slip mat somehow slipped. The result? A big bruise and an angry me. To make things worse, I kicked the offending door edge in revenge. Not the best of ideas. With my aiming still happily in dreamland, I missed and hit the concrete wall. Result? Big bruise on head, angry me AND painful feet.

After I had cleaned myself up, I when to the kitchen irritated and grouchy, to see a torture machine waiting in the kitchen for me. The bane of many happy moods. Yes, you know what I speak of-oatmeal. To make things worse, it wasn't the ordinary cup of oatmeal. It was a insanely huge(or not, but it seemed so then) bowl of oatmeal. Like I say-the only thing worse then oat meal is more oatmeal. Of course, this hardly helped my mood.

Later, during recess, yet another bad thing happened. As I was returning my plate, another boy shouted "Go home, Sec 1". On a normal day, I would have attributed this to my good looks and youthfulness(*cough cough*), but with oatmeal in my stomach and a bruise on my head, I couldn't help but feel irked. Of course, I did not do any thing rash, but I was still rather annoyed.

During the Baharsa Indonesia lesson later, again something bad happened(will the list of bad things never end?). A splitting headache hammered into me, and as a result, I was rather sullenly quiet, and was snappish to any who spoke to me. Luckily, we were watching a movie for a while, and my attention was diverted. After the Baharsa Indonesia lesson, I hurriedly went home, happy that I had escaped school, which seemed the cause of the unfortunate events. End of story.

Or not.Of course, this story wasn't a fairy tale, and the bad events just kept on coming, even at my own home. Firstly, when I attempted to swallow a whole panadol pill to combat my headache, guess what- I choked. Of course, I survived the choking, but it helped my mood to go from bad-bad to destroy-the-world-bad. It being my bad day, the list of bad things continued from a mountain of homework hidden in my bag to a rather feeble dinner of greens.
It was only at night where I found respite, and quickly slipped into the happy oblivion of sleep.

In conclusion, I learned that a bad day was a bad day, and nothing you did could stop that.
I also learnt how to enjoy life as a whole, and how to bear school-by thinking how bad school could really be. I also realised how powerful a tool optimism was.