If I would have known my day would have been the schitz, I would have stayed in bad.

I had the worst day known to mankind.

First of all, I slept right through the alarm.  I nearly missed my bus.  I had maybe five minutes to spare before I had to quickly throw some clothes on, do my hair, wash my face, brush my zubies, and get my school bag (and supplies) together.

Secondly, upon leaving the house, I tripped and fell facefirst right into puddle.  When I entered the bus, the kids were laughing at me.  My face flamed red with embarrassment.

I couldn't figure out for the life of me why they were laughing.  Or maybe I could.  They saw me fall into the puddle.  But they continued to laugh.  That was when I looked down ... and saw I had on my pajama top and two different pairs of shoes.

GREAT.  

I immediately climbed off the bus and ran into the school building, hoping that nobody else would notice my predicament.  

I was wrong.

After my clothes disaster, I was surprised with a pop quiz right in math. My worst subject.  And I had forgotten to study because I was busy taking care of my grandmother, who was bedridden from Alzheimer's.  My parents were at the store so I had to stay wigh Grandma until they got back.  They were gone for over three hours, and by the time they got back, it was time for bed.  So I didn't even bother to study.

I was sure I had bombed.

Then during English, my teacher called on me to answer a question.  I don't know why, but I answered the question in a high-pitched, childish voice.  I was feeling goofy.  Again, laughter erupted, and my face turned red a second time.

Lunch, usually one of my highlights of the day, turned out to be a total bust.  When carrying my tray to the table, I tripped and fell, sending my plate and food flying.  The food landed on some girls at the popular kids' table.  They were livid.  I thought I was going to be murdered in cold blood, right there, in front of everybody.  I took off running and hid in the girl's room, hoping nobody would find me.  I stayed there until well after lunch period ended, and by the time I realized it, I found myself tardy for History.

Things kept snowballing from one bad experience to the next; by the time the day had ended, I was ready to just cut out of school and go back home.  I won't go into detail what happened, but let me assure you ... I now can't go through the halls without kids sniggering or pointing fingers at me.  

I never was so glad when the school bell rang, signalling the end to a long, arduous, tortuous day.  I got onto the bus, ducked my head behind a book, and pretended to busy myself reading, but I could hear the giggles and feel kids' eyes boring into my skin.  I was sure I would hear about it for days to come.  I would be known as the school buffoon, the laughingstock of the community.