Emi's post (rewrite: the worst day in my life)

  Hi. I’m going to tell you about the worst day of my life. I have several ‘worst’ days.

  My first ‘worst’ day was when I was in the third grade. I was on my way to a piano lesson on Mondays. When I went across the street, I was caught up in a traffic accident and a car crashed into me while I was on my bicycle. I do not remember this anything except that the bicycle whizzed and fell on a small park. A woman who drove the car was worried and she asked me if I was all right. I grazed my knee. After I said “O.K.” to her and took the bicycle, I came home again. My mother saw me and her face turned pale. I found that I have to drive carefully. In addition, I shouldn’t worry my parents.

  The next bad day was I was six years old and a kindergartner. It was summer vacation and I slept over at preschool. Though I don’t remember what I did there, I still remember this thing. It was a watermelon bust. I sat down alone at a distance. When my classmate cracked it, a stick which she had caught me on the head. I felt I was losing consciousness. A teacher made me lie down for a while. I don’t like a watermelon busting and it is a trauma for me ever since. Even so, why did my head get hit that time? I think that I’m an unlucky girl.

  Then, the occurrence it was recently. I forgot my pencil case last Friday so I borrowed an automatic pencil from my university friend in the first period: international society and Japan. I said “Thank you” to her. I realized that it held USB memory card. If I didn’t forget the pencil case, I would copy a report which is an introduction to English literature at noon and present it. I was too sad because I forgot and I was not able to turn in it. I found I mustn’t forget and need to prepare in advance.

  Finally, the last occurrence was when I was a high school student and my older sister is 22 years old and she is a sheriff was in home. One day, I and my mother quarreled. Then, my older sister got involved in our fight. I knew that I was wrong. Somehow, she hit me and hurled my cell phone beside her and it broke in half. Seeing it, I was too angry and started punching her body. I don’t know why she got involved when it was between me and my mother. I really dislike for doing that. After a few months, my mother bought a new cell phone for me because she felt pity for me. Although I was not able to tell my mother thank you and tell her that I am sorry, I realize this now and I can’t thank her enough when I think of this.

  As the saying goes is Tomorrow is another day. I think this is true. After the good thing happens, the bad thing happens and vice versa. Thank you for your reading.

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