Week 9

The Worst Day Possible

Awoken in a daze, with noise of the pouring rain, the smell of burnt coffee, and the sight of a yelling woman, he slowly begins to lean against his headboard.

"What are you doing still in bed? Don't you have class in 20 minutes" his mother yells into his face.

Not realizing what time it is he reaches for his alarm clock. Sure enough, the clock read 7:40am. With a sudden burst of energy he jumps out of bed and into the bathroom to clean up. Running from room to room, he begins to get dressed while also trying to balance food in one hand and packing up for the day.

Finally out the door ready to start his day, he opens the door to his car and puts the key into the ignition. Nothing. The battery had been completely drained and in need of being changed. Frustrated he begins to tighten his book bag straps, and tie his hood firmly to his head and begins to walk to school.

The cold wet rain and cloudy skies with no sign of sunlight or life added to the gloomy atmosphere for which had begun this terrible day. He keeps his head up in hopes of things getting better.

"How could things go worse today?" He had asked himself. The answer to that question which he currently did not know was that it could get much worse. Arriving on campus 17 minutes late for class, he finally reaches his classroom and goes to open the door, but notices that the door is locked.

"Just great, most important class of the day and I'm locked out. Perfect." He says in a sarcastic frustrated tone. He makes his way over to the cafeteria where his stomach led him due to excessive rumbling, he decides to finally grab something to eat.

Once finally paying for his breakfast he turns to make his way to a table, only to get bumped into by another student who is in a rush, causing all the food to drop all over the floor. With an exchange of words he slowly bends over and cleans up the mess all over the floor. A stain of ketchup and smeared eggs lingered on the floor but he did what he could.

Walking away from the problem he had just taken care of, he walks over to a vending machine to get something easy and quick to eat, he puts the rest of his change he finds in his pockets and purchases a peanut bar.

After consuming the bar he reads the information on the bar and discovers that the bar had been expired for over a year. The thought of how old and out of date the bar was turned his stomach for the worse for the rest of the morning. Frustrated and disgusted he makes his way to his next class early so he does not get locked out again. Coming around the corner just crossing the street, a truck comes out of nowhere and splashes excess water left on the street all over his left side.

"Really?! You couldn't have waited for me to cross first?!"

Completely drenched with water physically and anger emotionally he finally reaches his classroom. He notices everyone scrambling in a panic and decides to ask what was going on.

"The Prof is making us do a quiz on the slides we were supposed to read over last night!" a student behind him replies.

"Of course. The one night my laptop dies and I can't find my charger I have to write a quiz.." He mutters under his breath. After completing his quiz which he had guessed "ABACDBA" over and over again on multiple choice, he hands in his quiz rolling his eyes and slowly walks out of the room.

Reaching a close to the school day, he realizes he has to be at work in 23 minutes. Tightening his book bags straps and putting on his hood he begins to once again run so that he can arrive on time. While only running for 3 minutes he hears a voice call out to him:

"Hop in and get out of the rain!" the voice said.

He turns his head and it turns out it is his father. He quickly gets into the vehicle and gets driven to work. Once dropped off he thanks his father and makes his way inside. While getting changed in the staff bathroom he realizes he did not bring his work pants. After such a brutal day he decides to just go out on the floor and work while not in full uniform and telling his manager that it is the best he can do.

After hours of working and spills and few arguments between staff and more customers, he finally gets home after the long and strenuous day. Walking up the stairs with his head hanging low and throws his uniform into the corner of his room and crawls into bed.

Deciding to check his phone he had left all day he finds a text message from an old friend that read; "I seen you at work today and you seemed to be in the worst mood possible. To make up for today, tomorrow I'm going to treat you out to lunch and we're gonna have a good time downtown and I'll take care of you the whole night. Take care bud." Such words had given him a sense of rest and comfort.

Laying his head down on top of his pillow he slowly drifts off to sleep with the simple thought that maybe he was just due for a bad day and that it couldn't get much worse than that. Looking forward to the following day he is finally able to sleep after what seems to have been his worst day possible.