My Unlucky Day
Memories flew back to two years ago when I was teaching in a neighbourhood Secondary school whil waiting for my A-level results. It wasn't a great school and the management was too unmentionable. I vaguely recalled asking the students to write me an essay, An Unlucky Day. I merely wanted to find out the differences between the essays of Primary Six students and students in Secondary Three, but I found out more.
This is it: An unlucky day
ALWAYS starts with the person being late. I couldn't understand and I got a shock at their lack of originality. Primary 6 or Secondary Three, it always starts with the day being late. At first I thought it was funny, then it started to get irritating. Duplications of descriptions on how they stepped on banana skins and fell down, helped the blind to cross the road or even ran after the buses with which unsympathetic drivers speeding away were seen. This bugged me for a full 3 years because I just cannot understand why an unlucky day often starts with a person being late. I refuse to believe, refuse to agree......until...
My Unlucky Day
Author: JacquelineIt was a beautiful morning. I couldn't really see it because my eyes were close, but still, I felt the coolness of the room and heard the soft pattering of the rain droplets on my window. I tossed and mentally wished to sink inside my mattress when I suddenly remembered that I had ER lesson. "Darn, within 12 hours and I have to be back in the school for a morning lesson!" I thought to myself. After 30 crutches and some yoga stretch, I went to the bathroom and prepared myself for school.
Everything was fine despite being hauled out of the bed early in the morning. The heater was working, my clothes were ironed, my bag was packed, my room was neat. I went to the keybox to take my key and I couldn't find one freaking key. I was locked at home. I tried to call Auntie Irene because my dearest mum doesn't have a communication gadget on her and I couldn't get through. I searched high and low, virtually everywhere, be it under the bed, in all my bags (I have a dozen of them), Ken's room and even the fridge, still I could not find one. I knew I was late for lesson and plunged into the sofa, totally exhausted from running around the house searching miserably for one freaking key. My clothes were no longer crisp and neat, my room was in one huge mess.
As I was catching my breath, I heard two voices whispering in my ear. The one on the left said:"Aww, it is not really your fault that the fucking key was lost. The weather is good, stay at home. You are late anyway". The other one on my right said:"You are going to miss tonight's lesson because of Jasline's birthday, you want to miss the morning lesson too? You should have better sense to not waste a good $200 of your parents money". Left, right, left, right, left, right.... AHHHH, Where is the fucking key? I am going to the fucking school. The result of the angel and devil. Which is which, I have no idea at all.
Just then, mum came home. I rushed out of the house although I have the strong urge to complain and whine to her about the keys. I ran to the bus-stop and waited. After a long wait, the bus came. I dug into my bag and felt for my cardholder. Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig. Nothing. "It's ok, this always happen to me. I will find it eventually", I told myself. When the bus left, I still couldn't find it. I ran back home and found that freaking cardholder. I was so pissed that I wanted to explode. Then the voices rang in my head again. "Hurry, there is no time left. You are late and you have to catch up". "What is the point of going to classes. You are late. everyone will turn and look at you as if you were an alien when you open the LT door".
I strolled to the bus-stop, strolled to the school. I almost step on a banana skin and laughed to myself bitterly. I can't imagine banana skins really exit in an 'unlucky day'. I felt like I have met the different 'characters' of what was suppossed to be an unlucky day. If I wasn't so pissed, I would have laughed out loud. I went to the computer lab and started this essay. Halfway through blogging, the computer shut down. It just went off like that. I took in a deep breath and told myself," It is alright, this is one of the character in an unlucky day". And I began typing what an unlucky day is supposed to be as memories flew back to two years ago when I was teaching in a sec....................
Jacqueline
8:41 PM
