InsaneJournal

Sometimes you just woke up and knew it was going to be a day. You stubbed your toe on the way out of bed (and why in the hell does that HURT so bad, when it's not like it does any damage?), picked the shirt with the stain on it and had to go back to change, dropped your keys twice (first at the foot of the bed, which just meant they wound up kicked under it, then after you locked the door), and got to your first class with the wrong papers in tow.

Alex knew bad days happened all the time, but he on days like this he really wanted to sit the students down sometimes and let them know that it didn't end after you graduated. Sometimes, days just sucked, and you had to make the choice to either let it get to you, or let it make you roll your eyes. Of course, it was adulthood that gave most people the perspective to simply laugh it off once it was over. Maybe telling the kids wouldn't really help. At the very least, the day appeared to have calmed the hell down by the time lunch rolled around.

Not that that meant things were going to stay calm, though. Life had a way of going back and forth like that on days like this. Alex braced himself for it before taking a step toward lunch. It was like a metronome clicking a count down. 5. 4. 3. 2...