St. Patrick's Day: The Worst Day Ever
The Worst Day Ever
When I went to school, it felt like it will be a normal day. Little did I know that it would be much, much worse. It was March 17, 2017. It was St. Patrick’s Day! A day to be lucky. But it was the opposite for me. I was wearing green like everyone does on St. Patrick’s Day to be lucky. To be specific I was wearing a lime green shirt, gray pants, dark green socks, a green headband, and black boots. I was wearing a lot of green.
All of the bad luck started when I was in math class. Mrs. Bartlett was handing out our chapter test that we did a week ago. Mrs. Bartlett handed me back my math test. I looked at my grade. I got an 81 on the test. That’s a B! No! It was as if the test was saying “Ha, ha. You didn’t get an A. I ruined …show more content…
Even Mrs. Bartlett tried to calm me down. I wasn’t upset anymore. I was very angry. When she was done calming me down, she handed out the math homework. While she was handing it out, I got called to the office for some reason. I went down wondering why as I was walking down. The secretary sighed, “Your mom is on the phone.” I answered, “Oh, okay. Hi Mom, how are you?”
She sang, “Hi Tenesan. I’m fine. I know it is cold outside, but the 2nd graders (my brother was in second grade then) are doing something, and I have to watch Enoch, so you have to walk home.” “What?!” I whisper-shouted. “I have to walk home all by myself?!” “Oh no. You will walk home with Derese. I called her dad and he said it was okay,” she replied. “Oh, all right. I’ll walk home,” I groaned.
“Don’t slip on the ice,” she …show more content…
I told them that I slipped on some black ice. Like Derese, many people were begging to take me down the elevator. If they didn’t ask to take me down the elevator, they asked to help me with my books. It was a hard decision. I finally picked XiXi to carry my books for me since she is in my class. I also told Isabella, Marisa, and Kamela that they could go down the elevator since they were in my class, too. Even in choir, Mr. Deluca asked what happened. I told him how I fell. While everyone else had to stand, Mr. Deluca let me sit. I had to do almost the same thing for 1 month. I was very happy to get my cast off after the 1 month has passed. So in conclusion, that was the story worst day of my
When I went to school, it felt like it will be a normal day. Little did I know that it would be much, much worse. It was March 17, 2017. It was St. Patrick’s Day! A day to be lucky. But it was the opposite for me. I was wearing green like everyone does on St. Patrick’s Day to be lucky. To be specific I was wearing a lime green shirt, gray pants, dark green socks, a green headband, and black boots. I was wearing a lot of green.
All of the bad luck started when I was in math class. Mrs. Bartlett was handing out our chapter test that we did a week ago. Mrs. Bartlett handed me back my math test. I looked at my grade. I got an 81 on the test. That’s a B! No! It was as if the test was saying “Ha, ha. You didn’t get an A. I ruined …show more content…
Even Mrs. Bartlett tried to calm me down. I wasn’t upset anymore. I was very angry. When she was done calming me down, she handed out the math homework. While she was handing it out, I got called to the office for some reason. I went down wondering why as I was walking down. The secretary sighed, “Your mom is on the phone.” I answered, “Oh, okay. Hi Mom, how are you?”
She sang, “Hi Tenesan. I’m fine. I know it is cold outside, but the 2nd graders (my brother was in second grade then) are doing something, and I have to watch Enoch, so you have to walk home.” “What?!” I whisper-shouted. “I have to walk home all by myself?!” “Oh no. You will walk home with Derese. I called her dad and he said it was okay,” she replied. “Oh, all right. I’ll walk home,” I groaned.
“Don’t slip on the ice,” she …show more content…
I told them that I slipped on some black ice. Like Derese, many people were begging to take me down the elevator. If they didn’t ask to take me down the elevator, they asked to help me with my books. It was a hard decision. I finally picked XiXi to carry my books for me since she is in my class. I also told Isabella, Marisa, and Kamela that they could go down the elevator since they were in my class, too. Even in choir, Mr. Deluca asked what happened. I told him how I fell. While everyone else had to stand, Mr. Deluca let me sit. I had to do almost the same thing for 1 month. I was very happy to get my cast off after the 1 month has passed. So in conclusion, that was the story worst day of my