My Day Essay

To say my day was horrible would be an immense understatement. This morning, or rather afternoon, I woke up and realized that I was late for school. I’ve never in my life been late, or even tardy, to class. I then immediately jumped out of my bed from my curled up ball of blankets, and rushed to get dressed. I went searching my closet, each drawer in my dresser, and finally dashed to the laundry room across the house where I found my uniform shirts in the dirty hamper. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t thrown them in the wash, so I became infuriated and frustrated. In the meantime, I put on one of my little brother’s dinosaur t-shirts because of the time being.

I bolted out the front door without even having a bite of breakfast and was on my way to school until I noticed that my dog was following close behind me. I couldn’t just let her stay running around the neighborhood, so I went back home, grabbed a handful of treats, and shook them in my hand while calling her name. As I got closer and closer to her, she figured out that I was trying to catch her, so she ran away. When she finally came out of the bushes, I made a trail to the backyard of my house where her doggy-house was located, so I could start heading to school. By the time I got her back home, an hour had passed from my school day. Because I had already wasted half an hour trying to get her back inside, I figured that my bike would be the fastest way of transportation. Unfortunately for me, as I started in my way