Horrible Day

I had awoken by the sound of my mother scolding me for being late to my University for the past few days. Once I had managed to drag myself to the restroom, I then spent over ten minutes in there. I hadn't changed into my outfit until a loud horn sound of my school van couldbe heard. That was when I dressed up quickly and sprinted towards the van.

Once I was seated, my least favourite teacher gave me a prolonged lecture on time management. After her explanation; I got a moment to recall everything that had already been done incorrectly since that morning.

I had forgotten to eat breakfast and did not take money so I could purchase lunch from the canteen. Moreover, my jacket from the sofa in my bedroom. Therefore I was shivering and my legs were stiff. Not only that, but I also had a headache. I was staring out of the van window when my friend Belgin came and sat right beside me then said, "Hey Belle! Do you want to know what I did yesterday? It was so fun and I cannot wait to tell you." I cut her off while she was telling me of her experience and said, "Belgin, I honestly could not care less of what had happened. I'm having a horrible day so please don't make it worse by talking to me right now. I don't want to come off as impolite but you're disturbing me right now." She said, "Fine I wasn't going to a tell you anyway." After saying that, she left and I kept gazing out of the window. As soon as we reached our University, the pain started to increase.

I went to take my first class. We waited for our professor to come, but we figured out that he did not come to the university that day. Everyone was delighted about it, but I was not in the mood to party and waste time.

The class was noisy; it was as if I were seated in a toy shop with children screaming around me. I was doodling on my book when a paper ball hit me on the head. (not that it was such a big problem but because I was already irritated, I felt enraged.)

After minutes of calming myself, I controlled my temper and walked out of class. While I was strolling in the Hall, I encountered one of my professors. My professor said, "Baila, I have to say, I did not expect such low grades from you."

I looked at him in confusion then said, "Well how much did I score?

He said, "You scored a ten out of twenty in your written assignment. Hearing that, my ego crushed and I felt really humiliated. I walked past him without saying another word.

I couldn't believe it! How could I score so low? The amount of stress he gave me, made my head ache even more. I spent the two, free consecutive periods on the university grounds. After those periods ended, I went back to class for my subsequent lesson. My teacher walked in and said, "Students, kindly hand in the assignment that had been given to you. Those who choose not to submit it will get no marks." I reached into my bag to get my copy so I could give it to the teacher but to my surprise, I couldn't find it.

It then hit me that I had forgotten my copy at home, so I approached the teacher then said, "Ma'am, I have forgotten my copy at home so is it viable if I submitted the assignment tomorrow." She said in contradiction, "No sorry! you are not special. If everyone is giving their assignment today, so shall you or else you will lose these marks."

I tried persuading her however failed to. Once university lessons had ended, I was glad to go back home as that day was one of the many hardest days of my life. I sat in my van and the driver said, "So children, there is this hilly area from where you can see a clear view of the River. Would you all like to go?" We all decided to go there to have Peace of Mind. Our journey had an impediment that became frustrating for me. While driving, our van got stuck in quicksand. "Could that day get any worse?" That was what I said to myself then. The car had stopped in the middle of nowhere. One of my friends called their parents so they could come to pick her up and drop her friends at their residences aswell.

It took me hours to reach home therefore, I was famished. As soon as I reached home, I went into the kitchen to get dinner, but discovered that nothing was cooked that day. Furthermore, my brother informed me that the cause for that was us going to uncle Okan's apartment. I wanted to go to uncle Okan's rental and see how rich people live but what I despised was that his condominium was far away. I went to my room and saw Mahoor wearing my favorite coat that I planned on wearing that day. That coat was my favourite apparel and seeing her wear it made me want to burst. When she realised me standing in the room looking at her in vexation she said, "Can I wear this for tonight?"

yelling, I said, "No way! this is my favourite coat and I'm not giving it to you. She said, "Well if you give it to me then I will bring you food."

I was starving yet too lazy and tired to make myself a grilled cheese so we made a deal. The deal was that she would make me a grilled cheese and I would let her wear my coat. Once I had devoured it, my headache got better and I suddenly felt energetic. I lay in my mattress and said to myself, "I marvel how his apartment might be, I seriously wonder!"