Not A Good Day

Yesterday was destined to be a bad day from the time I woke up. Getting out of bed was exceptionally difficult, even after I pressed the snooze button twice. When I finally got out of my super cozy bed, I looked at the clothes I set out and I was no longer satisfied with them. A new search began. I became happy with the new outfit I found. I thought it would be a beautiful day in the city and my light yellow shirt would be perfect. Then, as I tried over and over to straighten one section of hair, I heard the weather lady say San Francisco’s high was 66, which means my school has a high close to 60 degrees. Let the search for a jacket begin. I headed out the door with my notebook, my SFSU sweatshirt, and a piece of hair still a little wavy. Traffic was horrible. It didn’t clear up at the usual spot. I missed the BART train I was supposed to get on, but I didn’t panic. I got on the next train and knew I would still have time to get to class. My new train slowly came to a stop, and I started to get nervous. I grew a little more nervous every minute my train was delayed. When I finally got off at Daly City, I went right to the shuttle. The line was the longest I had seen it thus far and now I was panicked and really irritated. By the time I made it to campus, it wasn’t worth going to class. I went to the library to read and do some homework. Then my tummy started to not feel so hot. Before I knew it, I was running for the bathroom so my classmates wouldn’t have to see my breakfast. I thought I was ok, so I drank some water, got some gum, and went to class. I wasn’t, I left class twice. The students in my class probably think I’m crazy. After a few more runs to the nearest restroom, it was time to give up and go home. I headed to the BART station. Then, I remembered my dad dropped me off at BART so I would be stranded at the Dublin station. I made some phone calls to see if anyone could pick me up. Nope. Finally, I got a hold of my mom and had to ask her to leave work to come get me. I finally got home, got into my cozy bed, and slept the rest of my bad day away.