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Whether you admit it or not, the weather influences a person’s day. Warm and sunny days tend to go rather well and for some reason, a person does not have as many problems take place when the sun is out brightening up the landscape.
On the other hand, when it clouds over and the rain begins to fall problems seem to fall with the raindrops making it a very bad day for everyone. Then those days seem to get especially bad for me.
While I like to see the rainfall, it provides us with drinking water, and gives us a break from the heat, for some reason my worst days are when it rains. Nothing seems to go right and I experience some humbling events that just make it hard to be grateful that I am alive.
Take for example when it rained last week. I had some important assignments to turn in that accounted for half my grade. As soon as I saw the rain start to fall I knew I was in trouble. I wanted to stay home and ride the storm out there but that day was my deadline so I had to go outside.
I carefully packed my assignments in a waterproof folder and then put the folder in my water-resistant case. As I walked to school, I stopped briefly to get a chocolate bar and a newspaper at the local newsstand.
Unknown to me, I did not lock my case up correctly and picked it up upside down. And wouldn’t you know it, there was a large muddy puddle sitting right where my folder landed.
The folder may have been waterproof but the clasp was not and there was a little gap between it and the folder which let in some of that muddy water. Fortunately, I was able to rescue the folder before too much water got inside.
When I opened up the folder to look at the damage, some of the rain started to hit my pages and make them even wetter. It turns out my umbrella was not positioned right so the rain had free access.
Too fr from home, I could not turn back and print out another copy. Oh, I could but I would be late for class and our professor tortures latecomers and no one wanted to be late. The best I could do was dry the pages off and hurry on to class.
If it were not for bad luck, I would have no luck at all on rainy days. Just as I had everything secured again and dried off, a car came by and hit that muddy puddle with its tire.
It goes without saying that I was within the target range and got the full brunt of the muddy wave the car sent towards the sidewalk. The papers may have stayed dried, thanks to the folder and the case, but now I was soaked, muddy and running out of time.
I did not dwell on the situation but steeled my mind and ran for class. The good news is that I was not that far away from the building that held my classroom if I was lucky, yea right, I would have no further incidents and could make it to class on time.
I must say that I was actually having a streak of good luck for a change as I was able to avoid puddles and cars spraying up the water for the rest of the trip. Of course, I did not see that big puddle at the entrance to the college and my feet got a good bath.
With most of the risks now out of my way, it seemed that I would make it to the classroom before my professor arrived. And when I got into the classroom I felt my failure. He had already been there and left a message for the latecomer like me, on that big whiteboard, where it was clearly declared that the class got dismissed.
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