I always got sick at the most inconvenient times. I usually never got sick, no matter what I did. I ate with dirty hands sometimes, I wore short sleeves in cold weather, and I wouldn’t have gotten sick even if someone with COVID coughed into my face. That’s why I was stupefied during the bike performance at Kennedy last year, when I noticed that I was sick. I was so dizzy that I could barely walk in a straight line, and my brain was a small ping pong ball randomly bouncing around in my head. “How did this happen?” I thought. “I wasn’t even sick in the morning!”. Although the show was impressive, every single minute of the bike show felt like an hour. The second that brunch began, I slept for the full 20 minutes. I didn’t feel any better. While I was walking to my 3rd period, my head was pounding and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Thump thump thump”. My head hurt. “Thump thump thump”. My head hurt even more. I had no other choice but to walk to the office, call my Mom and wait for her to pick me up. While sitting down in the office, I was dejected. I was in the kingdom of Falkenstein, and since we got the most points out of any other kingdom, I was going to get free boba tea. It felt as if the boba tea was taunting me. I had only had it twice in my life, I was ecstatic this entire week. I was so close yet so far, since in less than 2 hours, lunch would have started. This opportunity happens once per school year (180 days), and that one day, I coincidentally got sick. “What a pleasant surprise” I thought witheringly. I laid in bed, wishing for the sickness to be over, because the very next day, we would be going to Blackberry Farm. I had again, been patiently waiting for this for the entire month. My friends and I have been planning what to do; for example bringing cards and snacks and other things but all of my plans have been ruined. 

The chance of me getting sick at such an inconvenient time was so low, there is no possible way it would happen again. That’s what I thought, but unfortunately for me, this was only the beginning. On October 30th, I got really sick and had to stay home, and I can’t go trick or treating. I was miserable, since I knew that I could only trick or treat a few times until I’m too old. I was little by little waiting for this day, and it was all taken away. This was also the one day in science class, we were going to do a fun candy competition. We had been preparing for this for about a week, and I was forced to skip the fun part. 

These two times I got sick are the only times I got sick in 7th and 8th grade. The chance of this happening was so small, that I wonder if something is controlling when I get sick. Usually I have great luck in general with cards, games, and other generic activities, so I guess that this is a way of balancing things out. Next year, I wonder when I’ll get sick. Maybe on Christmas, possibly on Halloween again, but I’m sure I’ll have another item to put onto my list of inconveniently timed diseases.