What’s the single most awful day you had in school?

Mudassir Ali
Jan 21, 2020 04:07 PM 0 Answers
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Mudassir Ali
- Jan 21, 2020 04:08 PM

I was in fifth grade. It was a time when I actually possessed innocence and did not need to be doused with holy water every few seconds.

When I woke up, I looked into the mirror and screamed when I found what looked like a miniature afro resting on my head. After taking a long shower, my hair became as flat as a piece of paper…bad news, I had two minutes before the bus left without me.

So, skipping breakfast, I grabbed a banana on my way out, put on some clothes, and ran out the door, tripping all over myself as I ran.

I made it onto the bus, only to be greeted by a bunch of kids looking at me like I was some kind of alien from outer space. Everyone fell silent.

I sat next to my then friend, Ana, who moved away the next year. “What’s wrong?” I asked her when she continued to blatantly stare at me.

She widened her eyes. “You didn’t notice?”

“Notice what?”



“Um, maybe you should go to the bathroom.” Ana looked really uncomfortable. Everyone did. A few of the boys began snickering now. The bus driver looked mildly horrified.

Guess what? That was the day I discovered that I had just gotten my first period.

Then, during the school assembly, I decided that it was a smart idea to start eating the banana I had gotten from home. Suddenly, I began to feel very uncomfortable and itchy. Within seconds, I began choking loudly, spewing banana chunks-several of which hit the principal and a few teachers. I couldn’t breathe and almost passed out.

Guess what? That was the day I discovered that I had an allergy to bananas.

After returning from the nurse’s office for the second time that day, I trooped back to class. During elementary school, we were offered electives like Music, Art, etc. I was taking Spanish. We had an oral exam that day, and we were supposed to say a very basic sentence in Spanish.

Guess what? I spoke in Chinese and, you got it-flunked the exam and was sent back to my seat in shame as the rest of the kids howled in laughter.

So, being the little optimistic girl I was, I told myself: “This day can’t get any worse.”

Well it did.

At lunch, everyone lined up to buy their food-either that, or they brought their own. I was taking my stuff, as usual, when I got to the checkout line. The lunch lady scans my card, frowns, then proceeds to loudly yell, so that pretty much everybody can hear: “THERE’S NO MONEY IN YOUR LUNCH ACCOUNT! WHAT, ARE YOU TOO POOR TO PAY?”

Embarrassed, and pretty close to crying, I apologize, return the food, and troop back to the cafeteria. I was starving. I hadn’t had anything to eat. One of my friends felt sorry for me and gave me half of her sandwich. I was so hungry that I ate the sandwich very quickly, then choked midway and vomited in a trashcan.

Then, we were given a pop quiz in math. Needless to say, not only did I fail, but the teacher decided to read out the top scores in the class and the lowest scores in the class.

Guess who got the lowest score?

When I got back home, my parents informed me that they had accidentally put my money into my BROTHER’S lunch account.

That is the only memory I have of elementary school, which is pretty sad.

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