I believe that everyone should be optimistic. You miss the bus on the way to school and end up having to walk. You have two pop quizzes and spill soda on your shirt, and your best friend starts dating your crush. You can look at this situation in two different ways. Maybe the worlds out to get you and everyone hates your guts, or maybe, this all happened for the better, and tomorrow you will have a great day. Only one option will make you feel better.
Kindergarten was amazing. Everyday, as my mom would drop me off at school I would run to my friends, and I knew that my mom would be waiting for me when that final bell rang its last goodbye to us for the day. I would run out to her, and she would give me a big hug and ask how my day was.
One morning, after I got to school, I realized that I had grabbed the empty lunch box instead of the lunch my mom had packed for me. Luckily I was able to borrow money from my friends.
Later, during play time my friends and I were playing in the dress up tent. It slowly became more and more crowded as more and more people wanted to play, so my friends kicked me out. Then, worst of all, my teacher took a smiley face away from me because I was yelling. In tears, I run out to the parking lot to squeeze my awaiting mother, but she was nowhere to be seen. I searched all over the place, getting more and more hysterical as I go. My teacher finds me sitting in the dry dirt sobbing into my tear-filled faded blue jacket, my empty lunch box sitting next to me.
It turns out that my mom had car trouble. When I saw that green van pull into the parking lot, I ran to it as fast as I can. My mom pulled me into her arms and wiped the tears from my already tear-soaked face. Then, as if she was reading my mind, she whispered into my ear “Today was a bad day, but tomorrow will be better.” It was a quote from my favorite book “Lilly and the Purple Plastic Purse.”
I learned from that experience, that you should always be optimistic. No matter what happens, tomorrow is another day. Things can always get better.
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