Some Days.

Some days, you just know it’s going to be one of “those” days. Usually for me, “those” days are bad days. I wake up and I can tell that everything is going to go wrong. But today was different. Today, I didn’t wake up knowing that today was going to be one of “those” days. I woke up tired and slightly worried that my day would morph into a bad day because the first thing that I was greeted with was the knowledge that our toilet had overflowed earlier this morning.

But I managed to leave the house almost twenty minutes before I normally do, which meant that I could go get a Caramel Frappe from McDonalds. (I had been craving one.) I decided to stop by Dunkin Donuts to pick up two glazed donuts (one for me and one to give to someone who was hungry), then I drove to school. I ended up locking my keys in my car.

Now, for most people this would be a bad omen. And honestly, for me, it probably would have made me feel like my day was just going to spiral into a pit of shittiness. But for some reason, I just smiled and laughed at my stupidity. My professor just so happened to walk by right when I realized what I had done, so I told her that I was going to be late to class.

After class, I spoke to my teacher about an article that she wants me to write for the school newspaper, and then I decided to head to the Newspaper Staff Room to hang out during the break between my two classes. I didn’t expect to talk to anyone other than the editor in chief (if he was in the room) about my article, but I ended up talking to everyone who was in the room. I wasn’t even too nervous.

I left early, at the same time that a girl named Francis (I think…) left, so we walked to our classes and talked until we had go our separate ways. Since I got to my class early, I had to wait outside because the class before mine was taking an apparently difficult test. A guy in my class got there early, too, so we talked for a while, and then I talked a little bit to another guy who showed up early.

Some days are just good days.