Not My Day

I woke up for school this morning, picked out a cute outfit which consisted of a turtleneck sweater and yoga pants, I even wore my hair down under the assumption that it would be a great day. As you all know, my car doesn't like to start in extremely cold weather. In fact, it only starts if it's around 30 degrees. Not the best car if you're living in Maine. Naturally, I had to get a ride to school.


The best turtleneck in the world!

Around 7:30, my brother, Andy, showed up at my house in his "new" truck. It's a '93 Ford F150. It's the loudest truck I've ever heard, and I think everyone will know that Andy's in town when they hear that thing rolling down the street.

So we pull into the school, and of course there's already people in the parking lot. People that you would consider the popular, cool kids. Kids that have cars that their parents bought for them. "Nice ride," One of them said to me sarcastically. "Where's your car?" I explained to them that my car doesn't like to start unless it's warm out. Then they told me that my car is the biggest piece of shit in the world, so that made me feel great.

When I got to my first class, there were comments made about my hair such as, "Why would you come to school with wet hair? I'm surprised it didn't freeze." It's days like this that make me want to live on another planet. Why do people feel the need to talk to other people in such a disrespectful way? Why can't people be accepting of what others wear, say, and do. I understand everyone is going to have an opinion, but sometimes it's better to keep it to yourself. Think about how what you say could negatively effect someone for the rest of their day.