𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞

WEDNESDAY , SEPTEMBER 4

There is a famous proverb that says:

The first day of school is the worst day of school.

Okay truthfully speaking, that proverb does not exist and I just made it up, but who says it can not be famous. Today just proved my proverb true.

In fact, today proved the wise words of a random person I don't know; true.

He spoke about what school stands for.

S.C.H.O.O.L:

Seven crappy hours of our life.

It is only today that I understood why school is very crappy.

First of all: The spaghetti incident.

Just like I expected, I knew that my first day would be terrible.

After long hours of sitting and listening to things I already know. It was already lunchtime and just as I expected; it went terribly. I went to the cafeteria to get my lunch. Unfortunately, today was spaghetti Wednesday.

I got my spaghetti, at that time I was very happy to get my spaghetti because it is my favorite dish, but now I regret even touching it.

As I was walking towards one of the tables to take a seat, I didn't notice that some schmuck threw a banana peel on the ground. We all know what happens when someone stumbles upon a banana peel.

That's what happened to me. I found myself on the ground with spaghetti on my hair,  face, and on the floor. I tried to stand up and every time I tried to get up I fell even harder. Trust me when I say--- I tried all my best to get up.

At some point, I thought no one noticed but Boohoo, everyone noticed because everyone in the cafeteria started laughing. It was very embarrassing at that point.  The more I tried to get up the more they laughed. I personally did not find anything amusing in someone who slipped and fell and keeps getting up, but still keeps falling.

Even though spaghetti fell on my hair and face, I could still see people laughing so much that for others, the juice that they were drinking started coming out of their noses. So gross.

I think I kept struggling for what felt like many minutes.  Still, no one was willing to help me out. I decided to lie on the ground, indicating that I gave up.

Until I felt someone grab my hand, he tried to get me up but he fell to the ground as well.

"Give up," I said with tears in my eyes.

Everyone laughed even harder at his failure. He just stood up and moved the hair that fell on his face away. After several attempts, he managed to get me up then he handed me some napkins and a clean shirt.

"Thank you," I said ignoring that everyone was still watching us.

He didn't respond, he just nodded and walked away. How weird.
I guess he can't talk.

Even though he can not talk at least he helped me out and I really appreciate that.

I didn't even eat my lunch. After all, it fell on my face, and besides, I couldn't take another risk of worse embarrassment.

I changed into the shirt that the boy gave me. Wow! I don't even know his name. He helped me out and saved me from embarrassment even if it meant him embarrassing himself as well and I don't even know his name.

How rude of me!

I guess I will find out later.

Second: surprise tests

I just entered math class and took a seat and then the teacher suddenly mumbles:'surprise test'. Everyone was upset and so was I.

I really hate surprise tests and love them at the same time.

Why I hated it?
Because it is my first day of school, I am not even supposed to be writing a test.

Why I loved it?
It was very easy. Everyone seemed to be having a hard time whilst I was enjoying.

Another reason why I hate school:

Homework

I don't even know why I am still writing in this diary when I have been given a lot of homework to do.

So I guess, that's it for today's complaints.