Ok, everyone has bad days. They are inevitable. But I seem to think that I have a lot of bad days. I don't enjoy them, but some(or most) of them are probably my fault. This is a typical bad day. Oh, and there is a point to the story so read the whole thing.
A typical bad day can start off like any other day. You wake up and you go through your regular morning routine. But something is different. For example, you spilled toothpaste all over your brand new shirt that you were really proud of. Or you cut yourself shaving. Nothing major, just a small accident. So you change your shirt and bandage up your face, and get ready to go to class.
So say you get to your school and you notice a bunch of your peers whispering something to each other as you walk pass. You don't really notice until you get to your locker when your best friend comes up to you and says "Dude, I feel So sorry for you!" This gets you thinking. why would Mike(your best friend) feel sorry for you? In any case you should feel sorry for him. The mullet and the really old raggedy clothes. So you try to think back to the last couple of days. You don't think you've done anything embarrassing. But then you remember that you had said some stuff on AIM that you thought was cool then but then you realize that you couldn't have said anything more embarrassing. I won't go into details. You moan about it and ask how it could have gotten around so quickly. Pissed off, you go to your first class.
At your first class, you realize that you have left all your homework for the day at home. The teacher yells at you and gives you and gives you detention. Could this day get any worse?!?!
So you barely get through the rest off the day with the food that was thrown at you during lunch and when you tripped in Gym and fell into a puddle. You got beat up by the losers in detention. Then you go home to find that your parents are getting divorced, your puppy that you just got was hit by a car, and that Grandpa has just has a heart attack.
Finally when you are on the verge of tears you find sanctuary on Fan-pop. The perfect community of friends and interaction. Your stress seems to melt away and you are relived. You begin to build up the self-esteem that you had when you woke up that morning. and finally, you know that you are Home.