Walking to Class in the rain

I woke up, my alarm screaming in my ear. I hit snooze once and then again, its like the I could feel the wether from inside my room. I felt that it was going to be a lazy day. I had a calculus test to go fail. No time for sleeping in. I roll out of bed, throw some makeup on, put on my rain coat and my ridiculous looking rain boots and hit the road. I mozey my way down the sidewalk towards the destiny of a failing Calculus test. I have been studying for the last two days and my brain is over loaded and tried from all the information is it trying to hold. As I pass everyone looks sad. The rain soaking most of them could be why but not only do they look like wet dogs but the also have long faces. I pass a girl I know form home. She is the only bubbly person I see on the sidewalk all moring. She has to think I'm ridiculous in my rain boots with my huge unbrella. At least I'm dry is all I can say to make myself feel better for dressing this way. I finally reach my destination of the building that will soon house the place I get the worse math grade of my life. I step into the room take the test, hear the five minute warning with 7 questions left, go through and put in my best guess and click grade to see my destiny. A 63. Regret comes over me. I could have gone to the social last night and still do just as good. What a waste of four hours in Stroz. What a waste of a rainy day.