Why Me??
There is one
thing about me that many people don't know- that I'm constantly getting into
trouble. Not the kind of trouble where kids get grounded for two weeks or get
detention. That way I barely get into trouble. In fact I've never even had
detention before. The kind of trouble I'm talking about is when I make small,
silly mistakes and end up regretting whatever I did. Some of the possible
reasons why are that I sometimes I procrastinate too much, I'm unorganized and
sometimes I just get unlucky.
I'm always
procrastinating way too much, doing things at the eleventh hour and postponing
every single thing that I'm supposed to do. This happened once when my teacher
gave us three weeks to make a collage on different kinds of beaches and
coastlines. I thought that I have more than enough time and that I don't need
to start straight away. So I decided to start tomorrow. But the next day I
decided I'd do it the day after, and the day after the same thing happened.
This happened for the next few days.
Suddenly, one
day before the deadline I jerked back into reality and realised that this major
project was due TOMMOROW. I began to panic but then I realised that
panicking would get me nowhere. After a
few seconds I calmed down and started cutting out the pictures. I stayed up
half the night and my collage was actually really pretty, even though I
realised that it would have been a hundred times better if I started earlier.
The second
reason is that I'm pretty unorganized, at least enough to lose something really
important, and then there comes a time when I suddenly need that important
thing, and even after turning my whole house upside down I can't find it. Like
how my torch was EVERYWHERE in sight and then when there was a sudden blackout
the other day (a few days after I lost complete track of my torch) and I had to
survive the whole three-hour-long blackout with just a few candles and the
little bit of light from my iPad's screen. And then in the next few days I
found it again on my desk. I really wished I could have been more organized and
I probably wouldn't have been in such a mess.
My third and
final reason is probably just bad luck. Well, it's not the typical "bad
luck" people would assume, in fact most of the time I think I'm the
luckiest person ever. But sometimes my luck just seems to run out, like once,
early in second grade, all of us were in class, waiting for the teacher to
arrive. Two girls got up and went outside because apparently there was
something funny going on in the class next door. A few more people got up to
see. Soon the whole class was there except for me. I thought that if everybody
was out there it wouldn't hurt to just take a peek and come back. For some
reason all the kids darted back into class as soon as I got there and I just
stood there wondering why, until I realised that the teacher had come back.
She saw that I
was the only child outside, and yeah, like you guessed, the rest of the class
had smug expressions on their faces when I was getting screamed at, and I
thought, "Why me!?"
While writing this I'm realising that that
situation had absolutely nothing to do with luck. It's just that I'm always in
the wrong place at the wrong time.
Well, now you
know exactly how I feel and the next time you say "Why me?" you
should think again because you are DEFINITELY not the only one. Time and again
I've tried so hard not to procrastinate or to be a tiny bit more organized or
try to be in the right place at the right time, but I guess that trouble is my
middle name and I can never get rid of it no matter what. I knows this sounds
really cliché and cheesy but its true for everyone...
THE END!
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