My schedule for Junior year was put online today. I was put in the wrong math class, a class I didn't even request as a back up, and a class I requested to drop. Additionally one of my core classes (French) wasn't listed. Um, what? Logically all this made me VERY frustrated. On top of this my best friend said she couldn't sleepover which wouldn't have been a big deal except I was already in a grumbling mood. Like a normal person I stormed around my house and beat the cupcake batter with much more ferocity than necessary (I bake when I'm angry). Suffice it to say I was having a bad day.
Then my dad comes home and I'm forced to change my perspective because he has a had a much worse day than I. My dad has an administrative position at the big college in our town and sometimes he has to do some dirty work involving letting people go. My dad's not one of those cliched bosses from sitcoms that enjoy the process of firing someone. He struggled with the decision and ultimately, it needed to be done.
I'm still mad that my school screwed up my schedule (you can't change it until after school starts), but I think it's safe to say my dad had a much worse day than I. It's interesting how stepping back can make you change how you feel or at least how you react to what you're feeling. Sometimes I go as far as to consider the entirety of existence and even though it reminds me how insignificant all our lives are, it also reminds me that I am significant in my own life and I shouldn't waste my shared existence on something that will not help me become remarkable.
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