a long day ahead of me

I have been trying to think of something all weekend to rant about. Despite the constant nattering presence of my extended family and far too little chocolate to tide me over, I have been unable to come up with something that makes me truly angry. So let me share my morning.

Mornings are a very enjoyable time for me. Especially those mornings directly after long weekends, when I am eager to wake up and the tiredness from a busy week has not yet set in.

Today was wonderful, because I walked into school laughing. I was in a brilliant mood that the cloudy sky had not yet managed to kill on my way to school.

Keeping this in mind, it is hard for me to accept how easily my mood shifted.

When people sit on the floor in front of your locker, they should be expected to have somewhat of a polite attitude when you politely ask them to move. They should also be expected to move more than eight inches to the front when they do. They should be expected to move far enough away to be out of the doors path. After doing all of this, they should most certainly be expected to keep their mouth shut when you ram the edge of your door into their shoulder and accidentally drop your lock on them.

People who aren't nice in the morning bother me.

I bother myself more, however, when I let them get to me. While this incident was frustrating, I know that my attitude this morning has been just as frustrating for those around me.

As of this moment, I have decided that the rest of my day will be wonderful.