Have you ever. . .

had one moment in your life where you finally experience something that you have only heard others talking about or you have only read in books? Not major events, but just minor descriptions that the main characters is relaying in the book. Confused? That's okay.

The reason I bring this up is because I had a moment today where I couldn't help but think "Wow, this moment is one that would totally be described in a book. I can't believe I'm experiencing it." This moment was when I had sat down on the couch perpendicular to the one my Aunt and Co-op teacher were sitting on. I had just come back from the bathroom where I had just had a nervous breakdown (which was triggered when I found out my co-op teacher was coming that day). My eyes were red and puffy, my hair greasy and pulled back in a pony tail. I was a mess.

The look I got from my teacher was a puzzling glance. She was asking my aunt questions, but I could tell, read her mind almost, that she was trying to figure out what was wrong with me. It wasn't until my Aunt had gotten up to correct someone on the equipment, did my teacher ask me, "Are you okay?"

I responded with a blatant lie, "Oh, I haven't been feeling well. I have a cold I just can't seem to kick." She started talking about how she too had been sick for the past while, then my Aunt returned.

The moment when I could read her face was astounding. I felt like it could just be described in a story. To people reading this it might seem like nothing, but I say that's my own fault. Really because I'm horrible at explaining things. I think another factor might be the fact that I really can't remember that happening to me before.

Today was a rough one. Between getting up late this morning and still not getting my math assignment done it had been one hell of a day. One where every single moment all I could think was, "This is the worst day of my life".

Just to fill you in: I had woken up late this morning because I had spent the previous night spilling everything into the porcelain bowl except my stomach. Since I didn't have much time and didn't want to get in trouble for not bringing the sheet music I decided not to have a shower, which I hate doing. I ended up pestering my friends the whole day asking if my hair look greasy and of coarse this was the day my co-op teacher wanted to take pictures of me at my placement.

FML

*deadlyretro