Luck's a funny thing.
Sometimes, you get it when you need it, but other times it doesn't. It seemingly comes at random. But when it does come, it is vastly appreciated. And there's no other word for it. I got lucky.
Well, I came to school in the morning as usual. I spent my morning working to finish the homework I hadn't. And I did it. I was able to turn everything in. On time. Yeah, I'm stunned myself.
I went through the day, bewildered. And it's like that day I had a shield to bad things. I didn't get any homework. The Vice principal of the school didn't notice I was out of uniform. An old friend (bracelet kid) forgot a loan he gave me a while ago. Incredible. I really was pretty dazed when I went home, but there was hardly anything for me to do.
So I sat around and listened to my iPod. School seems to b a funny thing. Either it's a hellhole overworking me, or a pointless waste of eight hours. I hate both.
But it makes me wonder which one's better. An overworked, but overall efficient day I. E. The Battle School?
Or the inefficent waste of my whole day I. E. The Pointless Hell?
I could use a couple of Battle School days-I been having some good luck lately. Oh well. It's not my decision.
"Luck can only get you so far." - J.K. Rowling
