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How many of you think you've had a bad day?

Do you want to hear about mine?

Due to a rainy season, a remarkable contrast to my summer, I've been rained in a few times and more often than not, I fall asleep to the sound of thunder. But I like that part.

What I don't like is having my alarm clock almost two hours late, and having someone from my carpool wake me up. So, I dressed in a hurry. Want to know what I wore? White shirt. Guess what happened when I was switching classes (during which, I had to take an outside route). It poured.

So, I was walking around with a shirt that was practically clear, sporting that literally-just-got-out-of-bed look, with just a dash off that-wasn't-a-puddle-it-was-a-fucking-lake. You don't want to know the things that teenage boys (and some girls) will say to a girl parading around looking like that. It was revolting.

But it doesn't stop there.

My math class, which is only three hours into the school, was interrupted by something very grave and important. My English teacher of last year passed away this morning from breast cancer. Guess how my grandfather died. Guess what my little sister was diagnosed with.

Guess what I found out later that day: statistically speaking, every five seconds, someone in the world dies of Cancer. How long before my little sister is just another tally?

So, this is how I reacted to that little announcement. I broke down crying, in front of all my peers. And I want you to know how drastic that is, because no one that I've known for less than nine years has seen me cry. I find it such a weakness that it's probably the least thing that you'd expect from me when something terrible happens. And yet, I was sobbing all over algebra.

I had to go to the counselors, which only made me feel humiliated and stupid. I missed all the classes that would've helped make my day better.

And if you think it stops there, you're wrong.

Due to an unfortunate event that involves a mustang, two racoons, and a ditch, I was forced to ride the bus home. The last time I rode the bus (roughly two or three years ago), the driver literally said that she never wanted to see me again. So there I was, sitting atop a musky leather seat, my eyes every so often lingering to the person next to me with a questionable gender, but mostly out the window. The fogged window that I can't see a fucking thing out of. And I don't even know where my bus stop would be even with vision.

Needless to say, I ran three block in the cold rain with a heavy backpack and tears streaming down my face again. I'd cried several times that day. I come home to find out that I'm grounded, for not turning in some stupid study guide (I stole my laptop from under my sleeping mother's nose).

So, please, if you're having a bad day, enlighten me. I'm sure I've had worse.