My diary,
Today I woke up at 8 o'clock, it was a beautiful day, I put my sneakers and decided to go running to liven up the day. When I was on my way, I passed by a place where fishermen returning from Guanabara Bay sell their fish, it is a place with many trees and birds. When passing by this place I always look at the trees, as many birds defecate from above and hit the people who run by the place. I passed unharmed on the way forward, however, on the way back I was hit by a couple of birds, until my sock was filthy due to the amount that hit me. I didn't let it affect my mood, I took a shower, put on a clean outfit and went to college, hoping the day would get better.
Upon arriving at the university, I went to attend the class of hydraulics and pneumatics, a discipline taught by a teacher that demands a lot of the students. The teacher, being a fanatic fan, was on a bad mood since his team had lost an important game on the previous day. During the class, he went through an exercise and asked me to go to the board and work it out. However, I had already commented with him that I was not following the subject, because I was finishing my final project of graduation. He knew that I didn't understand that subject but he ignored it, and as he made questions that I could not answer, he was also making jokes during the class. Another exercise passed and the procedure was repeated, it was the worst 2 hours of my life.
Once I had these experiences, I just wanted to go back home. I left the university, took the bus and sat in the back. Soon a woman came in selling candies on the bus, she announced her product and, amid an empty bus, went to the back and sat next to me. So far, all normal. However, she was very close to me and I moved a little to the side, she did not like and, in response, let out gases with a horrible odor. I held on, I reached my destination, as I was stressed, I went for a walk. The night was beautiful and the wind was beating on my face, I started to run and, in an unenlightened part, I tripped on a gap and fell. Anyway, I decided the best thing to do was go to bed and wait for the next day.
Handerson.
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