Good and bad things taht happened to me that day.

       Today was a bittersweet day for me. It started in the morning. I woke up and found myself on the couch as I had fallen asleep watching television. Have you heard of the Facebook group called “I dream I was falling and wake up with a spasm”? Well, that was what happened to me and because I was lying down on the sofa, I fell of. My head hit the corner of the coffee table in front of the couch causing the formation of a blue-black spot on my head. Now, some people who are eager to go to school would get ointment on the blue-black spot and get ready for school. I was not some people. I went back to dreamland on the floor till my maid shook me awake.

       When I woke up, I started coughing and my throat felt sore and dry. I then just remembered that I was ill since the barbeque on Saturday, which was 4320 minutes ago. My illness consisted of coughing, sore throat, vomiting, diarrhea, running nose and fever. I ignored the coughing and went to bathe. I was packing my bag when my mother came out from her room and asked me if I wanted to go to school. It did not occur to me the possibility of such a thing till then. However, I still went to school as I did not feel like going back to sleep. Yes, I skipped a chance to miss school.

       These two events that I just typed to you about are under the “Bitter” part of my bittersweet day. Here is the sweet part. It was P.E. After a hundred metres dash and a run around the school, we played soccer.

       We started off with soccer. I had passed up my usual post of goalkeeper to let my team mate give it a go. So off I went playing as a striker. It was a great game and the score was 1-1 with a minute to go. I was the striker; however, I did not contribute much in that position so I mainly slacked the game away but when I saw that only a minute was left, I tried to get into the game more. That was when a miracle happened. My team mate passed to me much to my surprise. I controlled the ball and looked up to see if anyone was applying pressure on me. Nobody was doing so hence, I looked for my team mate near the goal and passed to him across goal. The pass too far from the goal for the opposing goalkeeper to get it but it was near enough for my team mate to tap the ball in with ease. We were ecstatic. We ran about with our hands in the air like a crazy maniac. We won by a score of two goals to one and I had the winning assist.

       That, was the sweet part of my day.