OK, so now it is time for Monday's horror story:
I spent Sunday night frantically trying to finish a project for economics. A little after 1 am I had the printer running. I left the folder with my project on my computer desk (in front of my gorgeous Sony VAIO) along with my keys and wallet. Monday morning I grabbed the keys, wallet and a drink before heading out the door.
Almost to school, I realized that I was missing my project. I called Chad (for new readers, that's my brother) to ensure that it was indeed still at home and asked if he would bring it to me but he refused. I resolved to hurry home after my first class (I always get out a little early) and be only a few minutes late for my second class. Economics is my third class of the day.
I got out of my car and began running to my first class (I was already a few minutes late) when tragedy struck. I ran (or at least tried to) across the street but lost my balance and ended up falling forward. To make matters worse, I also slid a little due to my incredible speed. I tore some skin off my palms and drew blood in a couple of other places too. Embarrased, I immediately got up and ran. Halfway to class, I looked to my watch to see how late I would be when I realized I didn't have it on! Tired, bleeding and with a blackened shirt, I turned back and raced to the street. I found my watch in the middle of the road but a pin and part of a link had fallen off so I couldn't put my watch on. I looked everywhere but could not find the missing pieces. How hard can it be to find some shiny stainless steal in the absolute middle of a black road? Harder than you think. I searched a few more times (that day and today) and have officially declared it lost.
Moving along, I hurried to class and, looking pitiful, slumped down in my chair. As soon as it was over, I raced to my car and furiously drove to my house. I wasn't planning on being in there more than a minute but due to my injuries, I had to clean up. As a result, I did not make it until my second class until far later than planned. For my 50 minute English class, I was a full half hour late. I must admit I received some looks as I entered (still wearing the dirty shirt). That is where my entire day turned around.
Before the Thanksgiving holiday break, we turned in lenghty research papers. On Monday, we got them back. I, of course, was not there when she returned them but planned to ask for it when I left. However, she told us that she was going to read from a couple that she really liked. Sure enough (and let me boast that this came as no surprise), she had selected mine as the first to read. She read my introduction and gave it much praise. I confess that I flashed enough white to blind the pilots of low-flying aircraft (if you are tired as you read this, that means I smiled).
She then informed us that she wasn't going to read all of another paragraph because it was so long but then changed her mind and read it all anyway because it was just that good. She read with great passion and then gave even more praise for my absolutely wonderful paper. The note on my paper next to the two A's (for content and technical aspects) had even more praise.
The pride from my English paper erased all the badness on what I thought to be the Monday to end all Mondays. As an extra little kick, I got back my government test later that day with a 101. To top it off, I got a B on my western civilization paper that I got back today (it's a very hard class).