It generally starts with those lovely Monday mornings that we all love, especially when their the lovely fresh mornings as your parents may describe them or how every other normal person in the planet would describe it as not getting out of bed see you later sort of a day. But when you actually realize that you have to get up and you manage in some way to convince yourself to get up then that lovely freshness your mother was on about hits you and you’re crying inside a little it’s so cold. Then having to face putting on that that lovely green piece of itchy material and those navy pants they like to call our uniform, oh its oh so wonderful. Then still half asleep trying to walk out your bedroom door, sure you might as well just try dislocate your shoulder but don’t worry your days is going to get worse remember that. Eating your breakfast why not spill half of it down the front of your lovely piece of material you love wearing so much.
After all of that excitement in the space of about half an hour you will probably arrive at school to only find out you don’t have any of your homework done and you have couple of tests that you forgot about because you had such a busy weekend.
Your day would still probably ending up getting worse with every teacher picking on you that day and just general things going wrong but sure at least it would be coming to the end of the day which means all of those things that went wrong and are still going wrong are nearly over.