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  1. Ok, so nine different people asked how my day was, but didn't actually listen to my answer, and my family has stress of their own, so I'm going to tell you guys about my day. I know you didn't ask, but, too bad. It's also kind of hilarious at points.

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    So basically, last night while I was deliberating over what the Fox should do, I was supposed to be finishing my math for this online duel credit class, but I didn't finish it. Then, I slept through my alarm, and woke up at 5:30 instead of 5, meaning I didn't have time to finish my math before leaving for school. So I get to school, right. There's a freaking cow in the drop off line backing everything up, so my mom (the school administrator) throws a yellow vest at me and voluntells me, "(Fox), go figure out how to re-order everyone. I need to go do......" she mumbles and walks away. Welp. What a way to start a day.

    I get all the angry parents re-organized in the pouring rain, and voluntold some of my friends who showed up to keep directing it. I go back inside to run the health station, to find out the church who we rent from left, like, a hundred round tables in the gym with chairs around them. Naturally, I end up putting all of them away by myself, but school was getting ready to start. It made me late, which equals detention slip. So I have to go get it excused while my history class looks over their notes, because, guess what, pop-quiz! 

    I get back just as my teacher is handing out the quizzes, and literally half the questions were about terms I had never heard of. As happens in a small school, if I get anything less than an A, I will be the talk of the school because of my reputation. Then in Spanish, I forgot to put my homework in bag. In Chemistry there was another pop quiz. I open my lunchbox for lunch, and realize that, since I don't have access to my kitchen, I only put two bags of fruit snacks and some popcorn in there. That is not enough food for a growing teenage girl. Half way through lunch, one of the seniors comes walking up to me. She goes, "Hey, (Fox), you're leading FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes, basically chapel, but fun) today, right?" I'm just like, "Yes... ?" She hands me the outline and is all like, "Here's the outline I emailed you last week." I'm just thinking.... You emailed me????

    So (the senior) and I grab our stuff. We asked one of the teachers where the sixth graders that we were to lead went, and they told us they had gone outside under the pavilion, even though it was pouring. So, we go out to the pavilion, and they aren't there. So, we think they must be under the one on the other side of the building. We walk all the way through the school, and get to the other pavilion, and they aren't there. So we set down our stuff, and decide to track down the group of sixth-graders. Guess what. The door to the school we came out of was locked.

    I got sent sprinting through the storm to the lunchroom door so that I could let (the senior) in. I realized I made a mistake as soon as I got to the door. I chose the door by the ninth and tenth graders, not the one by the eleventh and twelfth graders. My speech coach was addressing the group, when a soaking (Fox) come sprinting up and banging on the door. On the bright side, I got to practice my Cosmere cusses. Oh, and I twist my ankle real good on the way. (That whole ankle thing the Fox has, I actually have, so when I twist my legs and stuff, it's all good cause I'm used to it and good at hiding it)

    I was literally soaked top to bottom, in my dress uniform. I completely interrupted my speech coach, and got a glare that sent me slinking around the tables like a dog who got sprayed with a hose while my 'friends' roasted me. "ooh, (fox) just got Mrs. B good," What in the Sam Hill do you think you're doing, girl?" And of course, a lot of snickers.

    I let (the senior) back in through the door, and we find the sixth graders... guess where? Their classroom! So we get them to line up and follow us outside to the pavilion. Just then, a teacher comes up and tells us that with the lightning, we can't go outside. So we herd the sixth graders back to their class, and do the thing there. I improvise the whole thing.

    Then, I have an hour of study hall. The front desk teacher let me hang up my hoodie to let it dry out, but besides that, I am still soaked. Just then my speech coach comes by. "(Fox), are you ready to present how to do platform speeches to the newbies?" I'm just like, "Yes.... ?" *finger guns*

    She's like "Great!" She lowers her glasses and looks at me, "I'm looking forward to seeing how you do" I sit down at the study hall desk whispering 'storms, storms, storms, storms." Another teacher walks up. 

    "Hey, (Fox), I heard you didn't get your homework done for math last night. Want some help?" I'm just like "Sure...." But I knew I had to get ready for speech. Guess what. It didn't let me access my homework because apparently 'save' = 'turn in'. I can still look at the problems, though, so she helps me with those. Ten minutes before study hall ends, I finally get rid of the teacher. I do a quick check of my email, and find a nasty gram from my professor asking about my homework. I am literally freaking out at this point.

    I open up the powerpoint on my computer, and I get a message. My Office 360 has expired. The only copy of the powerpoint I have is the old one that my coach sent me that I had previously  completely changed. The bell rings. I say out loud, "Oh, rusting stormfather," gaining a few strange looks and a chuckle from Mrs. C, my fellow Sanderfan who's sitting the desk. I throw my stuff into my bag, and get to speech. I pull my laptop back out to plug it into the the tv. It's dead. I have to use my teacher's computer, and completely improvise again teaching all these poor souls how to speak well.

    Literature happens. I make a pun in my metaphor and get another glare from a teacher. I get home, and can't find my work hat. I look everywhere, and finally assume that it was cleared into my sister's room. So I go in there, and it doesn't look like there's anyone home. I immediately walk into her dresser, banging my head. I look around for my hat, muttering "Domi, Domi, Domi." And then I say outloud, "Storm it (Fox)!" I hear a small voice from my sister's bed.

    "Helllllloooooo, (fox). How was, your, day.... at school?" She asked. She has a disability thingy that doesn't affect her brain much, but it does make it really hard for her to speak and stuff.

    I smiled, "(Sister)! I didn't see you there! It was alright. Kind of had some stuffs happen, but, you know." 

    "I.... know...."

    "How was your day?"

    "Gooo-od."

    "Can I get you anything, jello, water?"

    "No-o"

    "Love you, (sister)!"

    I walk out of the room, and go looking for my sister's husband. He told me she had a really painful day, and I wasn't there to help her. (I am her care-taker)

    So, I find my hat, and get to work just in time. It's still pouring, and I get put on food runner. And we lost all of the ponchos. So I spent both hours running food out to grumpy customers getting soaked, again.

    I came home, got changed and showered, and settled down in time to get banished to my room while my parents talk about their work (they work at my school) and different problems they are working to solve. 

     

    Yup. Life just yeeted me today. 

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    2. Wind

      Wind

      :oThat was, just so many things at once! I couldn't have handled that nearly as well as you!^_^

    3. Scout_Fox

      Scout_Fox

      I....

      Uh....

      So what you're saying is your day was good right? :D

      jkjk, wow... that sucks! Yeeted indeed, and they didn't even set out any pillows for you to land on! Just *BAM* welcome to the floor... that just happens to be made of CONCRETE.... that also happens to be METAL... and it's full of SPIKES.... AND for good measure.... it's also POISONOUS 

      Yknow this is one of those days where you wish you were in a time loop movie where you wake up and get to do it all over again. The minute you saw the cow just be like nah... this ain't it chief.

      Seriously tho, the sheer number of things that went wrong is staggering. If you could turn unfortunate events into power you woulda become a human battery :P!

      So sorry no one was listening when they asked! Honestly tho it's such an unfortunately typical part of our culture; when we ask how someone's day was, when do we ever hear people not just say "good" and move on? Still though, that is inexcusable! You should force them to read all of Brandon's work in one sitting!! (although I don't know if that's necessarily punishment now that I think about it...)

      Props to you for taking it in stride and getting through it all. Much talent magic greatness 11/10 wows. And... uh... there's always tomorrow???

    4. Scarletfox

      Scarletfox

      Ahhhhh, yes. I hope that tomorrow is a good day. Wednesdays are my oasis in the desert, 'cause we don't have to go school, just do a bunch of homework. That, I can do. 

      'Aight. I have a date with my pillow. See y'all tomorrow!

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