During a Physics' Class

The bell rings with that annoying noise it makes every time a class period is over and I know what is coming next. I didn’t know what to do. I hated that class. She is opens the door and gets to her desk. She grabs a marker and starts writing something in the board: “Introducing Physics”, her title. I could hear the words “Physics comes from Ancient Greek physis  meaning...”

Hey, I really didn’t even pass the brush in my hair. I'm running my fingers over my hair and pull all the little hairs that are stuck in my fingers. All the suddenly BOOM my head goes straight to the wall. That reminded me the time my so called friend was playing with a soccer ball inside the class and he kicked the ball so hard and smashed right in my face. It was actually really funny but then I felt the worse pain in my nose I had ever felt in my entire life. Since that day I'm remembered for that little incident.

I'm starting to think that I really have bad luck.

But what is it? I mean, what is real bad luck? Does it exist?

My mother always tells me that there is no such a thing as bad luck. She says they are just bad moments in life and that after so many bad moments there is always going to be a good one.

Maybe she is right but I'm TOO many bad moments. For instance, I have broken my ankle three consecutive times, I had an appendix surgery, and I also had gastritis the same year followed by a series of illnesses that only doctors knew about.

Sometimes I really feel like my parents are going to return me to whatever place I came from. Therefore, I insist I have bad luck!

I not only have bad luck on medical stuff. I also have bad luck with those embarrassing moments everyone has once in a while.

There was this time when I was in Miami with my cousin. We were in a shoe store and we were looking at some horrible boots that seemed like they were made of cork. We were laughing at them and making jokes in Spanish, we thought that no one would understand us. I turned around and saw the man that work in the store talking to my aunt in Spanish!! I wanted to disappear in that second.

My cousin just laugh and we continued walking. Then we saw a perfume store and my cousin wanted her favorite perfume called “Roxy”.

We saw a Hispanic looking man and we asked if they had the perfume. He looked at us and when he started speaking we noticed he had a tick on his eye. It seemed like he was making a wink every time he talked. We started laughing so hard that everyone in the store was staring at us. I just got away from there.

Maybe all the things that happen to me are really embarrassing but now that I'm thinking of it I realize that they were just bad moments that now are very funny.

As always my mom is right. Bad luck does not exist. I once read a quote that said “To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his right and left hand. He uses both.”

We have to go through ups and downs, maybe that is how life is.

I'm hearing the sound of my teacher’s voice

“So, that was the first theory of how The Universe was created. See you tomorrow! And please bring your homework.”

I'm wondering, what would the homework be?