Maestro and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Title being from a children's book I used to love, not from my imagination


So today I had a pretty shitty day. Or so it felt.
I won't be offended if you choose to skip this post, it will probably be filled with my awkward ramblings.

Before School

Every Thursday at around 7:20 my dad and I go to the chiropractor. Today, same as every day, my mother gets me up and tells me to get in the shower right away, I don't want to make us late for chiro.

In the shower, I notice a spider crawling along the wall. I HATE spiders. This was near the end of my shower, which is good because I am almost done, so I can rush out, but bad because it means that it has been there the whole time without me noticing. As soon as I am out I grab some toilet paper and squish the damn thing. Even though it is gone, I still get the creeps. I brush my teeth in the hall and everything, spending as little time in the bathroom as possible. This just makes me mad with myself, I know that it is stupid to be so creeped out by such a tiny thing, but still I check all of the walls of whatever room I enter and shake my clothes out before wearing them.

After my shower and all the other morning stuff, I find out that my dad is not even close to being ready, he hasn't even showered yet.

As I find this out my mom puts my lunch by the door and my breakfast in my hand. Today is, oh, what a surprise, the same thing I have had every school day for a month. I should never tell my mom I like something. It is a dinner roll toasted with cheese inside. Usually I get it on my way out the door and manage to choke down a few bites at school. Today I can't bring myself to eat it at that time, so I put it on the table beside me and huddle up in the armchair.

I stay huddled up for more than 15 minutes before my dad gives me a choice of going to chiro and being late for school or skipping chiro. I give a noncommittal answer and he decides we will go straight to school. I get to rest for 5 more minutes before we leave. So glad I woke up early.

When I get to school I get a call from my mom telling me that I left my lunch and breakfast uneaten at home. Something about not appreciating the work she does for me. I let her rant for a bit before mumbling a semi-coherent apology and hanging up. I then decide I should study for my science test second period that I had just found out about and didn't know the material well at all. I boot up my laptop to find that the files I need are stored on the school's website. The one I can't access in school. Great. I give up and buy myself an ice cream sandwich for breakfast (Healthy, I know).

By now I know my day is fucked. I find some of my friends to learn that most of them are in strikingly good moods. Yay. I wander around for a bit before the bell rings, signaling my next fate.


Classes


So, first period...
I spend the entire computer period pulling together notes and trying to familiarize myself with the material on the science test instead of starting my project (Due Monday). The girl beside me was told that she smells like a mixture of shampoo and cigarette smoke. She doesn't like this, so many times she sprays herself liberally with her perfume. Then with a guy's cologne. Guess who got the extra bits of all this spray? Me.

Second Period
Yay. Science test. How fun.
As it turns out, I was right to worry about this test. What I was wrong about was what to cram for. The subject I spent the last period studying counted for two questions on the entire test. The subjects I didn't study counted for much more. After the test, I got out my laptop and decided it was about time to clean up my files. I started to delete unwanted files and soon realized that I deleted my pictures from this summer's vacation. They were gone for good.

Third.
I spent the first half of the class tuning out my teacher and finishing the cleanup of my files. At around the halfway mark, I learned that we are getting an assignment that we need to hand in at the end of class. I quickly found my friend and partnered up with him. I soon learn that the other day he got fed up with all of his antivirus warnings, so he uninstalled it. He is now plagued by multiple scareware programs. So, there was the better part of my business class, spent cleaning up his laptop, just throwing together the assignment at the end. Sometime during that mess I learned that I was getting a mark less than my standard and had good learning skills, except for one N. I don't get lower than G. That will be fun to explain to my parents.

Fourth.
Probably the least horrible of the periods, I was on lunch.
I had come to the conclusion that it wouldn't help me to wallow in my crappy mood, it would either incite pity, which I despise, or cause people to intentionally annoy me. Instead, I faked a smile the whole time and suggested we play cards. We played through lunch and I successfully covered my urges to scream at people with my smiling facade.

Fifth.
The end of the day was so close and yet so far.
I had missed two days of Shakespeare reading before and found myself without my book. I faked reading by reading my novel in my desk. I found out that the novel study I misunderstood and subsequently failed was going to count in my midterm mark, even though I am allowed to redo it. I also found out that my normal mark is less than satisfactory. I also found out that I have to work on another project this weekend (making three). This project is with a partner who, without informing me, volunteered us to present first.


After School


On my way to the place where my mom picks me up I met up with my friend. It seems she had a pretty shitty day as well. I tried to help cheer her up but it seems my facade was wearing a bit thin. After she left, I waited 15 minutes in the heat until my mom came to pick me up. I was a bit annoyed about having to wait, but I thought about the whole "I am privileged to get a drive after school and not have to take the bus or wait an hour" thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I was looking forward to going straight home and relaxing for the 30 minutes before my karate class. My mom told me we had to pick my brother up from his school dance. This was annoying but not unbearable. When we went in, my mom started to talk and told me to go into the gym and get my brother. I wasn't really comfortable with that, and I think my mom saw that but she asked me to go anyway. After I got him, she told us to wait in the car and that she would be out in a few minutes. 15 minutes of boiling, uncomfortable waiting in the car proceeded while we counted down the minutes until our karate class. By this time I was thoroughly pissed. I got home, got changed, refused food and curled up on a couch for 5 minutes until we had to leave for karate. My mom noticed that I had stopped pretending to be happy and was openly pissed off. I ignored her. Karate was uneventful, more of the same, people pissing me off for no reason, me pretending I was ok.


So, that was my day. Fun, eh?

Now I am looking at GO bus schedules trying to find the right time to take a bus to downtown Toronto. My friend and I are going to see the Toronto Rock tomorrow after school. Which, given my luck, will end up with us both in terrible moods and, yea. There is always hope though, right?

There was my day.
If you read this far, you must have no life.

-MAESTRO