- Cheerful
Today has been such a wonderful day. Nothing has gone wrong at all. Everything went perfectly: I did all of my homework, I didn’t get too much homework in class, and I finally got a new four square ball. I am just so happy with today. Today was a great day, and I wish that everyday could be like this. Nothing bad happens, everything goes perfectly, and I get 100’s on everything, even tests. Hopefully tomorrow is even better, though I highly doubt it can get much better than this. If it did go better tomorrow, I would wish everyday was like tomorrow. I would get whatever I wanted. It would be free, everything would go perfectly, and I would finish first in the XC race, even though I didn’t exercise for 3 weeks.
Today was so perfect, especially since I was happy the whole time, and nothing went wrong. I guess nothing would be able to go wrong, otherwise it wouldn’t be a perfect day. Perfect days are definitely a lot worse than this. I guess even not perfect days aren’t that bad. If you have a good attitude going into them, then you should be perfectly fine throughout the day. If you go in with a bad attitude, then you will probably hate those days, hate them with a fiery rage, which you will get over when you get a perfect day, and become blissful, and happy again. Ah, the times of rage, and sadness. Those are over now that I am at peace with happiness and perfect days. I am at peace.
2. Somber
“I have some very bad news to tell you.” said the man in the dark, black coat. I wondered what it could be, and decided that he must be telling me that one of my relatives died. I hoped it wasn’t one of my favorite grandparents. “Your grandfather James died yesterday while getting a heart transplant.” What? I thought. How could my favorite grandfather die. And while getting a heart transplant. My eyes started to tear up as I thought about all of the good memories I had of James. Throwing a baseball to him when I was younger, him teaching me how to properly swing a golf club. All of those memories, and now no more would be created. I ran upstairs and fell into my bed. I lay there and I cried for God knows how long. When I was finally able to get up, I went back downstairs.
The man was still there. I don’t know why he was still there, but I just wanted him to leave. All of the sadness he had given me, all of the hate towards the doctors, all of that just from a few words. I told him to leave, and he did, his head held low. When he reached the door, he turned around and said “I am truly sorry for your loss.” “I know.” I said. Once he had left, I decided to go look through some of the old photos of James. The first one was of me and him. He was in mid-swing of his golf club, and I was watching him. That made me tear up, since I had never fully learned how to swing a golf club. I had always intended to learn from him fully, and in fact I had planned to take a lesson this coming Saturday, but now all of that was ruined because of a heart transplant. It’s funny how life can seem great one moment, and in the next you’re suddenly in a world of sadness, hate, and loneliness.