I hate Wednesdays, I mean I really don’t like them. I just don’t like the feeling of knowing another week is going by, and maybe I didn’t do anything productive in that week. I get that feeling a lot, mostly cause I’m lazy. But on this Wednesday, karma was out to get me, I swear I was a serial killer in my past life it was that bad. First, I woke up, not by my alarm clock, but by a very angry aunt.
“Zoe Albright! If you do not wake up at this very instant you will be late!” I heard my Aunt Diana yelling. I woke up with a jolt, irritated that my aunt was yelling at such an early hour, also I was having a great dream in which Josh Gordon Levitt was kissing me. I turned to check my alarm clock and the time was 8:50. Shit! I ran into the shower if only to rinse yesterday’s dirt off me. I ran out the shower and hurriedly put on my school uniform and my brown Wallabies. As I raced down the stairs to the kitchen my aunt was already there holding a banana and a sack lunch. Bless you, you sweet angel. I thought knowing I would die if I didn’t eat anything for breakfast. I gave my aunt a kiss, then ran to school.While I was doing an awkward running while eating a banana thing, I realized that a banana wasn’t going to hold me til lunch. Oh well, that’s what I get for taking advantage of the extra hour of sleep.
I wasn’t used to go going to school at 9 in the morning because at my old school it started at 8. I was here in London as a foreign exchange student and I also received a student internship at Teen Vogue UK. Just things matched up, and something great happened to me, for once. I barely made it up the steps of Hardington’s Secondary School before the tardy bell rang. I raced into my English class and sat down by my best friend, Carls. Carls real name is Carla, but since she thinks it is a dreadful name, and I agree, I just call her Carls.
I sat down as Carla raised her eyebrows. Wednesdays. I mouthed. She nodded, she also held my philosophy that Wednesdays suck, so we stick together. As Mr. Yancey started his lesson on superlatives, I dozed off, trying to recover fragments off the awesome dream with Josh Gordon Levitt. By the end of the period, I was feeling kind of drowsy and goofily happy, because Dream Josh is an awesome guy, also he’s my age (go figure!) But then the day stayed true to Wednesday suckiness as I went up the stairs to my Physics class, some jerk tripped me up and I spilt all my books. A guy helped me gather my books, but I muttered a thanks bitterly anyways. As I walked down to Physics I realized that I never got his name, if I was going to ever thank him properly. Maybe with a kiss, he did kinda look like Josh. I got through the classes before lunch, bracing myself for the possibility that Wednesday suckiness could come and get me yet again, but I managed to stay somewhat untouched.
As I went into lunch, my stomach grumbled it’s song of hunger. I really need a bigger breakfast. I went to my regular lunch table that I shared with Carls and some other friends, and I saw the jerk who tripped me up. He winked at me. Twat. I muttered underneath my breath, adopting what I thought was British slang. I hurried along and sat next to Carls.
“Wednesday shall officially be called SuckDay.” I declared.
“That bad?” Carls asked.
“Definitely that bad.” I stated, and then I told them the story of how I was rudely interrupted from my dream with Josh Gordon Levitt and the stupid asshole who tripped me up.
“Yep that’s what Wednesdays will do to you.”
One of my friends Nicki said. “Amen sister, preach it!”
After lunch, I didn’t have any more classes with Carls, just a History class with another friend of mine, Dezi, but she was shy and we didn’t talk often. But I was thankful for her, thankful for all of my friends. Even though I only moved to England over the summer, I was lucky enough to have a neighbor my age, who was also awesome. Turns out her name is Carls and is the best person I know. All of my friends are awesome though, and they put up with my American quirks, and I put up with their British ones. It works out okay though. When school ended, I raced to the tube to catch the train. Since my internship at Vogue UK starts at 4:30 and school ends at 4:00, I have to run everyday to catch the 4:15 train, I regard it as my exercise since I don’t do anything else. But I have to run very fast for a long distance, in my defense.
