I think it is amazing as to how emotions can truly change someones mood very easily. For instance, if you feel mad then the whole word seems like a threat to you and you don't really want to talk to anyone. For me, that is how I feel today but I really don't want to feel this way. I am usually upbeat and happy and nothing will annoy me because I always have my music around with me, but if something happens to me the day before, I tend to have a different attitude the next day. For instance, today in Food and Nutrition Class, two of my group members didn't print out what they needed to print for an assignment that is due tomorrow and it got me upset. I usually wouldn't care because I did my part and my part of the project was complete. But when they suggested that they were going to bring their printout tomorrow and we could rush it before the presentation, that only made my head hurt. Sometimes, marks is a concern of mine because I am planning to get Honor Roll again for grade 10 and throughout High school so I must try to get good marks especially on group projects. We had a supply teacher for the class so it was basically empty (supply teacher = "let's skip") and I was bored, tired and hungry which is a combination that does not work well together. I couldn't do anything in the group, no one could because we couldn't finish it for tomorrow as I had hoped. I live near the school and I was 99 % about to just walk out of the class, go home and eat then come back before the bell rings for third period. I felt so upset yet I tried not to show it because if I did, there would be questions like, "What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you upset? You seem upset." and those questions would only set me off. Class ended, walked through the crowded hallways and to make things better, a couple in front of me were walking slow and I couldn't care less so I had to push my way through people just to get to my third period class which is Careers. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and make sure no one bothered me but I hate feeling like this because it is not me. For the rest of the day, I tried to maintain my attitude towards my friends and to people I didn't know in the crowded hallway until I got home and slept. I still feel like I could punch a hole in the wall and I wouldn't care if my hand got hurt. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day and perhaps the old me will come back.