No thank you

I don't really feel like being friendly at this moment, actually...I don't really WANT to be friendly. I have had an extremely frustrating day. After spilling O.J. on my perfectly planned outfit I realized that today was just no good. So I sulk out of the house with a pessimist's outlook on life. First and third period go by and then comes fifth period: AP Lit. with geezer Rosinski. We all presented our thematic statements on Percy Shelly's "Ozymandias." After slaving many, many hours (well, maybe not hours, but I'm trying to be dramatic) of my precious free time, struggling to think of something both clever, intelligent and accurate about the poem, I came up with a nice response. I presented it with pride and confidence, but was quickly shut down when geezer man claimed, "Well, Kyla just does it better than all of you. Kyla wins. Yea..." He pretty much made her the goddess of thematic statements. UGH. I was owned and I knew it. Anyways, after I left that class, I get stuck in an elevator with some weirdos trying to be "friendly." Oh! By the way, guess who I'm stuck in the elevator with? Yep, you guessed it! The Goddess herself, Kyla Rose. I hate my life.