Today it was poring rain in the morning and I was in a rush to get to school. It was just the weather that made everyone come to a scretching halt and just stop right in the middle of the road. When ever it rains, stupid fucking idiots who don't know how to drive decide to use their amazing driving ability and get on the road. This happens ALL THE TIME. Well enough of that, I'm near the school and I look at the clock, I only have 2 minutes until homeroom starts. So my dad and he's says, "Oh But a lot of people are late, they should understand." And I thought that they, they being the school, would understand why I'm late.
But NOOOOOO that's obviously not how it goes. I get into school and see the hallways completely deserted, except for the few people
And just my luck, I FALL down a flight of stairs and bang my head and ass on the steps.
The ironic thing is that in my head I was thinking, "My shoes are wet, I shouldn't be running. The halls are all fucking wet. I'm going to fall. Don't fall. Shit I'm going to be late to HR."
All that shit was invading my brain waves or some shit like that, and to my unexpected surpise, I fucking FALL down a flight of stairs. Granted there were only 5 steps so the fall didn't kill me, but still. It was still painful. And the best part is... I used my hand to try and break my fall. Yeah bad decision.
By this point people are staring at me like, what the fuck is this girl doing, and I'm just like, FUCK, I have to get to homeroom. Falling just lost me more time.
Oh! The reason as to why I was running to homeroom in the first place? My school has a policy, if you're late more than X amount of times, you get detention. If you surpass that X amount you get a Saturday detention, 4 hrs of sitting in a small claustrophobic room in pure boredom.
But yeah, that was the reason I was fucking sprinting to homeroom. But before I even get there, the late bell rings and whoops, looks like I'm late. Oh dear. So I naively think that if I get there really quickly that I'll be able to make attendance and not be late. Stupid of me to think. My homeroom teacher tells me that I have to sign myself in to the late table.
I try and reason with her, and even use my hand that in a ridiculous amount of pain, as an excuse for being late. Sorry was all she said. Sorry, pshh.
So I ended up going to the late table, signing myself in electronically (they took my student ID number), and ended up going to the Nurse's Office for some ice.
Now here's the run part. I go to the Nurse's Office, and she see my hand and tells me that it's swollen severely.
I'm like, no duh, and she proceeds to tell me that I have to go to the ER to make sure it's not broken.
So I end up waiting for an 1 hr for my dad. We go to the ER, I get checked out yaddah yaddah yaddah. Basically, I'm fine. No broken hand, just severely bruised enough for me to take an anti-inflamatory medication.
Wow, reading back on this I just blabbed about my painfully embarrassing morning.
I'm done now. I'm exhausted from all this typing I did.
BYE.
