Dr. Seuss Day: A Short Story

I had tossed and turned all night. I sprang out of my bed, ran down the hall to my parents room and jumped onto their bed. “Mom! Wake up! Mom!” I bellowed while attempting to her open her eyes with my small hands. “Alyssa, what’s wrong?” My mom answered half asleep. “It’s Dr. Seuss Day!” I screamed while jumping up and down on her bed. I couldn’t quite see her face, but I’m sure she wore a disapproving look. “Alyssa! You need to be quiet, the baby is sleeping!” I was so excited about my first Dr. Seuss day at school that I had forgotten about my baby sister sleeping down the hall. “Sorry Mommy,” I said disappointed in myself.
I began to walk back to my room when my mom nonchalantly said, “Don’t forget to wear your Cat In The Hat shirt
We walked in and sat down by the cone assigned to our class and waited for the other classes to come in. Between the bright lights, kids talking, the small space given to each class and the smell of floor cleaner, I felt nauseous. I could feel my breakfast coming up out of my stomach.
I raced over by the teachers who were standing in a circle chatting about the activities planned. I ran up to my teacher and blurted out, “Mrs. Bone! I don’t feel good, I think I’m going to…” Without being able to finish my sentence, I was throwing up into my hat. All over. Kids laughed, teachers were shaken and I was disappointed in myself for not keeping my promise of not getting my hat dirty.
Together, Mrs. Bone and I took the walk of shame through the gym and into the nurse's office where I was picked up by my mom. Although she wasn’t thrilled I was sick, she wasn’t concerned about my hat. “Grandma will understand,” she explained.
Although I was humiliated by what happened that day, it helped to shape me as a person. I now know the importance of forgiveness and am able to relate to the embarrassment of others. That day may have ruined my hat, but it hasn’t ruined