Monday Morning Reality

Dear Aunt Cathy, this was my day

It started in an unusual way

 

My alarm rang, it screamed and it blared

 Nobody else in my family cared

 

It was my own job to shut off that thing

I couldn’t stand to hear one more loud ring

 

That’s when I realized that it was Monday

 I wanted to sleep and stay tucked in my hay

 

Abruptly waking is quite bothersome

Rising from bed is tremendously dumb

 

Agony comes as I lift my eyelids

I really don’t think this should happen to kids

 

Misery comes with the morning’s bright light

After the restless non-sleep of the night

 

Lowering blankets and feeling the chill

Thinking of faking and staying home ill

 

Sliding one leg at a time off the bed

Barely alive and feeling quite dead

 

Lifting myself to a sitting position

Is an unfortunate weekday tradition

 

Sluggishly moving my body so slow

Making my long walk to the toilet bowl

 

Morning breath blowing right back in my face

A regular gross Monday morning disgrace

 

Reaching the door knob and then getting shocked

Finding the door to the bathroom is locked

 

Eventually getting inside the latrine

Grudgingly working to get myself clean

 

Into the shower and onto a sliver

of slippery soap as I start to shiver

 

Getting up from the splits on the floor

Thinking that I cannot take anymore

 

Bitter cold water hits me in the back

Knocking the door right off of the track

 

Finally feeling warm water on me

Realizing then that I still need to pee

 

Reaching outside for my towel that’s AWOL

Peaking and seeing it nowhere at all

 

Soaking the floor as I dash to my hamper

Grabbing an old towel and making it damper

 

Smelling some smoke as I blow my hair dry

Realizing that it is starting to fry

 

Grabbing a can of half-empty hair mousse

Making a ponytail, leaving it loose 

 

Brushing my teeth and then getting dressed

Knowing that I am not looking my best

 

Grabbing the cereal, starting to pour

Flakes of corn spread over the floor

 

Dumping the milk that didn’t smell right

Noticing that it expired last night

 

Quickly grabbing my beat-up textbook

Giving my mother a sarcastic look

 

Going outside getting hit with a breeze

Blowing my homework up into the trees

 

Watching the bus pull up to my stop

Leaving my paper upon the tree top

 

Clumsily running and screaming out, “Wait!”

I didn’t make it, no I was too late.

 

Back in the house I went to my mother

She said that she would be taking my brother

 

She told me that she would take me right after

I broke out in a hysterical laughter

 

How much worse could this Monday get

I would find out in the next little bit.

 

Arriving at school just five minutes late

Hastily walking right through the front gate

 

Reaching the office I had my head hung

The gal at the desk said the bell had just rung

 

Hearing that I had received my fifth tardy

Knowing this meant I would miss my friend’s party

 

Because I would spend one hour after school

In detention with criminals who think they are cool

 

Forgetting my personal lock combination

Banging my head quite out of frustration

 

Walking to class considerably nervous

Expecting a quiz the teacher would serve us

 

I open the door and hand her the slip

Then sit in my chair and feel my pants rip

 

Taking the long quiz and doing my best

Laying my head on my arms to rest

 

A lost & found search for some new pants to wear

So all of the students would not stop and stare

 

Hurriedly racing to my physics class

Carrying the nurse’s bright pink hall pass

 

Wearing old pants that are one size too small

Trying not to be seen in the hall

 

Grabbing a chair then sitting right down

Upon my face I wore a big frown

 

Giggling girls sitting on my left side

All I wanted to do was to hide

 

Heading to lunch with no cash to pay

Sitting there eating my PB&J

 

Volleyball in physical education

Not knowing where to be in the rotation

 

Getting hit square in the face with the ball

Grabbing my nose and starting to fall

 

Narrowly making it to my next class

Smelling the stench of repulsive strong gas

 

Writing down notes and keeping a log

In biology class for my grotesque dead frog

 

Expecting to vomit I cover my mouth

Fearing that everything was headed south

 

Formaldehyde smell filled the halls of the school

 I knew in that moment I’d break one more rule

 

Walking outside during prime school hours

Taking a whiff of the fresh potted flowers

 

Going back in to complete my hard day

Wishing I somehow would not have to stay

 

In Engish my teacher started to teach

Adjectives, adverbs and all parts of speech

 

Thinking of adjectives, words like depressed

Ludicrous, annoyed, distraught, and distressed

 

Obnoxious, appalling, disgusted, and frumpy

Horrific, defeated, hopeless and grumpy

 

The school bell rang and then I remembered

Detention was waiting for me so I whimpered

 

Embarrassed ashamed and dreading my fate

My luck all changed when I got my first date

 

With Tim from my math class who also was there

Maybe this day wasn’t quite so unfair

 

His chewed up pencil he let me borrow

I’m so excited, can’t wait for tomorrow!

 

Love, Your favorite neice 

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