Have you ever had a really bad day? You know, those days when nothing will go right and everything turns out to be wrong? Well, when I woke up late one morning, I knew that it wasn't going to be a good day. I had gotten out of bed abruptly and jammed my hip into the knob of my dresser. Pain! I winced and massaged my side. There was going to be a bruise there, I knew. Groaning, I dressed quickly and glanced up at the clock. No time for breakfast today, I thought. My unruly hair was falling around my face and my rumpled clothes were disarrayed and untidy. As I rushed out hastily to meet the bus, I tripped and tumbled over my untied shoelaces. Not a good beginning, I thought, start over. But of course, there was no way to start the day over. Wishing that perhaps I had gotten up earlier, I raked my fingers through my hair, trying in vain, to untangle it and smooth it down. That day really turned out to be pretty bad. I was late for every class, and I was certainly not in a good mood. As I was running up the stairs to my next class, I wondered what could possibly happen to make my day worse. You know what? I think that I jinxed myself, because something did happen to make my day worse. Just about the most embarrassing thing that I could think of. Now, I know I'm clumsy and awkward and everything, but I've always tried to stay out of the way, so I don't seem too gawky, but today, it just wasn't working. I'd accidentally stepped on someone's toes and I had also bumped into people more than once. As I had said before, something happened to make my day even worse. I had just left from the worst class on my entire schedule and it had increased the severity of my temper. I was fuming. As I was rushing up to math, I knew that I was going to be late. Again. I sighed and moved my feet as quickly as I could up the stairs. Hurry, hurry, hurry, I thought. Let's go! Uh-oh, maybe hurrying wasn't such a good idea. As I went, I stumbled and fell over the last step, right in front of two teachers. Ouch! My shin smacked into the edge of the step. I lurched forward and fell to my knees, right there, in front of them. One of the teachers, was the most formidable and intimidating teacher that I had, the other was unfamiliar to me, but it was embarrassing anyway. There I was klutzy little me, sprawled in front of two teachers! What was worse, I'd be seeing one of them in social studies! I stood up and brushed myself off as quickly as I could, and ran up the stairs again, my cheeks flushed crimson. Another one of my bruises to count. I ran up to math, the late bell ringing. I sat down and rubbed my forehead. Boy, was I dreading social studies! Sighing, I wondered wistfully why I could not have woken up earlier that morning.