Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Days

If you are familiar with Judith Viorst, then you are no stranger to her dramatic, carrot top protagonist, Alexander. This little lump of a boy has endured several hardships in his eight year old life. On one particularly horrible day, Alexander woke up with gum in his hair, his mother forgot to pack a dessert, and he had to wear his nasty railroad pajamas to bed.  Like Alexander, we all have our bad days and want to move to Australia in order to escape them.

I have been feeling this way all week. Monday I was grumpy beyond all get-out. I practically yelled at my students for not knowing how to take notes appropriately and for asking me what to do every thirty seconds. On both Tuesday and Wednesday I overslept by a good hour and a half. In a panic to look presentable,  I threw on deodorant and stuck my head under the faucet, but my efforts were not successful. My hair remained greasy near the scalp and static at the ends. Make-up was non existent. Although I tried to look halfway decent, I still managed to look like I rolled out of bed. Not only did I wake up extremely late, but my departure was further complicated when a Mike's Hard Lemonade delivery truck decided to park right behind my car, blocking me into my parking spot. In an attempt to locate the driver, I ran across the  lot, slipped on some ice, fell, and ripped a hole in my leggings. I then had to go back to my apartment, secure another pair, and change rapidly before I could begin the twenty minute drive to school. When I finally arrived, panting and out of breath,  I could not open the doors with my key, so students had to let me in, how embarrassing. Oh well,  I guess some days are like that, even in Australia. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.