The day when everything went wrong
It all started with my alarm ringing fifteen minutes late. I leaped out of bed and into the bathroom. I was out in five. Getting my uniform on took another five minutes. I raced into the kitchen, only to find my mother scraping off what was supposed to be my breakfast from a very black pan. She smirked and said, “Don’t worry, you could do with a little less eating don’t you think?” I sighed and replied “Yeah sure mother” and besides if I don’t eat, I could get just enough time to get my shoes polished. After perhaps a minute of polishing, I looked at my watch which read 6:27 a.m. and my bus always reaches the stop at 6:30 a.m. I shoved my feet into my shoes, grabbed my backpack, and kissed my mother goodbye. Fortunately, I reached the stop just as the bus was about to leave. Unfortunately, all the seats had been taken and I had to stand for the whole journey. A whole half an hour of stumbling and stamping people’s feet and apologizing. After what seemed like forever, we reached school. I got into my class and saw that everybody in the class seemed to be completing something. I was puzzled for maybe a second before it dawned on me. I’d forgotten to complete my assignment! What’s so bad about that you think? Well, this teacher (who weighs quite a bit), threatened the class saying that if we don’t complete the work on time, she would sit on us. With my heart hammering in my chest, I took a sheet of paper and began writing. I finished just as the teacher entered the class. We all got up at once. I could feel the tension of all the 35 students rising up. It seemed like the place would blow up, but unfortunately, it didn’t. She asked us to sit and bring our assignments one at a time. She looked at each of us and her gaze stopped at me. “You first,” she said. I felt like my heart dropped into my stomach. I somehow found the strength to go to her and give her my assignment. One look at it and she said “Do I look like I understand Greek and Latin?” (“Oh! No you look like a hippo that swallowed an elephant” I thought). “No Ma’am,” I said. “Rewrite,” she said. I sighed in relief, went back to my place, and began rewriting neater this time.
The rest of the day wasn’t so bad, except while going back to the bus when I tripped over my shoelace and smashed my nose on the floor. Everybody had a good laugh. With my face burning hot with embarrassment I raced into the bus trying not to think about what just happened. On reaching home, I threw myself on my bed and fell asleep for the next hour.
When I woke up I was starving. I ventured into the kitchen hoping to find something to put into my screaming stomach. I saw a jar of cookies on the top of the cupboard on the kitchen wall. I put all my weight on the cupboard to reach the jar. That’s when the cupboard came crashing down. The sound was deafening. There were boxes, tins, and jars of cooking ingredients raining down all around me and scattering all across the kitchen floor. I saw my mother running into the kitchen with a look of disbelief. I stood there not knowing what to do on the verge of tears. I was expecting her to scold me but she only asked me if I was alright which only made me feel guiltier. Just then the phone rang. It was my father. Once again my heart was hammering in my chest. After speaking for a few minutes, my mother gave me the phone and said. “Your father wants to say something”. I took the phone with trembling hands and placed it next to my ear. I heard my father’s voice. It was gentle. He said “Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” I couldn’t hold it anymore and burst into tears. “I’m alright,” I said my voice thick with emotion. He said, “Don’t worry about what happened. We can fix it. I’m just glad nothing happened to you. Now stop crying and cheer up”. Hearing this calmed me down. I nodded and said, “Okay Pa”. After maybe an hour of cleaning, everything was back to normal (except for the cupboard, which was still on the floor).
So, the day that everything went wrong was made better by my ever-supporting parents and my silly siblings who thought the entire thing was hilarious. Yes, I’m fortunate to have such a family.