Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Morning

Hey I'm Hadley! I'm a high school junior. My two friends and I decided to start this blog to share our awkward encounters and relatable stories from high school.

I arose from my beauty sleep and put on my face, otherwise known as makeup. Then, of course, I fried my hair in order to impress nonexistent boys. Stopping for my daily coffee to get me through the day, I demolished a Boston cream donut in under five seconds (new personal record). On my way to the jail, some people like to call it school these days, I almost got pulled over due to my constant speeding. You know what I love? Strolling into school and being surrounded by all these happy couples. I swear they all planned to gather around me as if I were famous enclosed in a circle of body guards. Five long minutes later, I reach my group of friends (and by "group" I mean two). The best day of my life continued when I got the necessary bricks out of my locker and went on to flip my own lock. For those who do not know what a flipped lock means, it's usually when some kind person puts your lock on upside-down and you have to sit on the ground in order to look up and struggle to get it unlocked. Except this time... it was me with my own locker. It's always nice to hear people laughing at you as the only kid since freshman year who still has to wrestle with her flipped lock. Better yet, I was the one who flipped it...

At my school, it is a rite of passage to trip while going up the crowded main staircase. Most people complete this task their freshman year and learn from the embarrassment, but lucky me, I had the honor to be an overachiever and trip not once, not twice, but three times. Today would be that third time... with my coffee. Luckily, only half the coffee spilled and I only lost one of my two shoes. Finally reaching my first block class, AP Biology, I sat down in the back of the class next to all my friends that I could not name if you asked.

"So class, time to pass in your projects."

All my friends pulled out their colorful, well-completed project as I searched my backpack to see if miraculously I had done this "project". Somehow, the project fairy must have missed my house. Glancing at the clock, hoping class was almost over, I asked my "friend" if the clock was broken because it only said 7:31 which meant it had only been one minute. That's when I knew it was gonna be the best day of my life.

-H