Boys Make Everything Better

Yesterday was a horribly crappy day. I had an Italian test that I was utterly unprepared for, thanks to my ITAL 1001 teacher who taught me next to nothing. I came out of it glad it was over and looking forward to a visit from the boyfriend. Impatient me couldn't wait that long, so I called him. Tired and already upset about Italian, I discover he is still at home and doesn't sound like he's even coming. And yet he is very mysterious about what he's doing. So I have some small hope that he is still coming. But as the minutes drag by and there is no sign of him, I begin to lose hope. Finally, he says he has to go, and we hang up, my hope gone and my day spiraling further and further down until the tears I had been holding back finally escape and stream down my face. When I finally recollect myself, I begin reading a play for my next class and eating lunch. Half an hour before class, someone enters the room, and I look up, surprised to see my wonderful boyfriend. Turns out on his way over, he got rear-ended and that's why he had to get off the phone. My immense joy at seeing him almost brought me to tears again. After that, my day drastically improved, and by the end of the day, the day had turned out not that bad.