I was having a bad day yeterday. Well, it actualy turned out to be a better day. I got happy again. All the happiness started when I was in Mrs. Gottlieb's room.(Second grade counceler) All before the happiness, I had a horrific day at lunch-morning. It got better. AND I hurt myself with a pencil. I also couldn't go outside for the rest of that day. m I pretended to still be sad when I came back to class. It turned out to be even badder. (When I got home)Doesn't that sound like a terrible day?