Justin Cox

My Bad Day

This post was written by guest author, Shannon.

I’m sure everyone has had a bad day at some point, and while you’re actually having that day, it’s not very fun. However, the great thing about these days is that they make for somewhat funny stories later on. I recently had a bad day, and, because I’m at a loss of topics to write about it, I will share it with all of you.

The day actually begin quite nicely. I went to babysit, and then hurried home to change before my one o’clock class. I had very little time between the baby-sitting and school, so I quickly changed into what I thought was an acceptable outfit, and then I hurried off to school.

The great thing about UCF is that it reminds me a lot of Boone, in that on any given day, some part of the school is under construction. So, there I was walking through campus, when I stepped into a mud puddle. It wasn’t raining, so I can only assume that the mud puddle was the result of the nearby construction workers doing who knows what. I tried to carely lift my foot out of the puddle, but I was wearing flip flops, and in the process of getting my foot out, I also managed to get mud streaks down the back of my leg. Yuck.

So, like any normal person, I headed for the nearest restroom. When I arrived in the restroom and looked into the mirror, I was shocked by two horrible things. The first thing that I noticed was that, when I had stepped into the mud puddle, I had sloshed mud not only on my leg, but on the back of my brand new tan colored shorts. So I had mud marks on my butt. That was bad enough, but then…

I turned around. Apparently, in my haste of changing clothes, I had neglected to realize that I was wearing a thin dark blue shirt, and a white bra. For those of you who don’t know, this can sometimes be a problem, and it is against all of the clothing rules. Yep, so I had mud marks on my butt, and you could see my bra through my shirt. This was definitely a bad day, my friends…..but then it got worse.

It got worse after I met Wayne and then I had to actually use the restroom. For those of you that have never been to UCF, one of the buildings has bathrooms that are for a different gender every other floor. I’m use to being on the main floor, which is the woman’s restroom. This time, however, I was one floor higher. So, I quickly pushed the door open, and stepped into the strangest place I’ve ever seen. Yes, it was the men’s restroom. “Something is not right,” I thought. As soon as I realized my mistake, I hightailed it out of there. As I was coming out of the restroom, my face probably showing my suprise, a boy that was walking in laughed at me. To my face. I didn’t even know him, and he laughed at me. It was very, very embarressing.

THE END

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