One of The Worst Days of My Life.

Today, was possibly the worst day ever. Even worse than they day I found out my dad had cancer, and it even topped the day he died. Well start with this morning, My step-dad went to work early so I had to go to my cousins house before school to catch the bus. So I got ready and I was having a fantastic hair day, think my day's going well just wait. I stay at my cousin's house for like a half hour and then we start to walk to the bus stop. Then the heaven's opened up and it poured, there went my fantastic hair, I manage to save my bangs and the top of my head, but the bottom curled right up. I finally got to school, and everything was okay except my hair. Bianca Alexis even saved my ass by lending me her Lord Of The Flies book from last year. Homeroom; enter what really started the worst day ever besides my hair. The Burke School shoes, are uncomfortable and are basically combat boots without the ankle part. I have curved outer bones on each of my feet and therefore the shoes applied to much pressure and I developed bursitis. Bursitis is when a joint fills with air or fluid because of pressure placed directly on the joint, in my case air. I went to an orthopedist and received a note from Melinda Vescusi a medical doctor who wrote me a note explaining my I could longer wear the shoes blah blah blah. I went to Mrs. Rudy the nurse a Burke and when I gave her my note she accused me of forging it, I explained that she could easily call my doctor if she did not believe me, and she told me she was too busy. Well she said I had exactly one month to produce a note from a real doctor, and I told her it's was no problem I'd have one my tomorrow. She immediately rushed me to the Dean's office and I was issued a demerit for disrespect. This makes demerit number seven, for this semester and completely FUCKS UP MY ENTIRE LIFE FROM HERE ON OUT. You may think it isn't that big of deal and it really isn't until you think of everything else that this fucks up. Fuck honor roll, Fuck college scholarships, Fuck Ivy League, Fuck Pre- Med, Fuck John Hopkins University, Fuck being an infectious disease specialist, fuck the rest of my life. Oh and I went to apologize and she was talking badly about me the Mary Kate Varnavides, and talking to Mr. Cirvbini about me, as over heard by Carly Morrison. So because some nurse who was having a "bad day" as she put it I no longer can even begin to hope any of my inspirations come true. So this Mrs. Rudy, fucked up not only my day which also got increasingly worse, she fucked up the rest of my life. Moving on, chemistry fine, art went fine, religion even wasn't as bad as usual, and thank god on Mrs. Cully's case because one false move and I was going to scream and yell like it had never even heard of being done before. Anywho lunch, I got marinara sauce on my oxford shirt, cherry on top of a perfect day, so far. Lunch was unusually quiet and I was now madder and madder. English, word masters test, bombed it, fuck me. Global passed like nothing, Math Mrs. Ferriolo wasn't there so we had Mrs. Riveccio no biggie. But math in general just makes me mad, no I was at one of the maddest I have ever been. Then latin, D Leitz was alright the Argonauts is boring, whatever. But I left my blazer in Mrs. Riveccio's room and she wasn't there and I asked Mrs. Ross for the key, and she told me how she saw me give Angela the finger yesterday, I apologized and explained it was a joke. She said okay and I got my blazer and went outside, Kelly Faulkner walked up to me and said I was on the detention list, whatever I didn't even bother I'm supposed to have it tomorrow anyway. I was mad a life at this point, and I went to my closet to change, and I dropped a t-shirt and when I looked I saw something Sarah had written in my closet, SO THANK YOU SARAH ALBRECHT YOU MADE ME ACTUALLY SMILE FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY.