Dzień w szkole – jak wam się sprawił? 😅

Описание: So, you guys asked. You commented, you liked, you subscribed… and you wanted to know, “Jak wam się sprawił?” How was my day at school? Well, let me set the scene for you. Picture this: it’s 7:30 in the morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I am not ready to be a functioning member of society.
I woke up exactly 47 minutes before my first class. Now, for most people, that’s a panic. For me? That’s a challenge. I threw on the first pair of pants I could find (spoiler: they were inside out), grabbed a piece of toast that was more charred than bread, and sprinted out the door like my life depended on it.
Now, I have this theory. If you start your day with a run, the rest of the day has to be easy, right? Wrong. Dead wrong.
I arrived at school just as the bell rang. I slid into my seat in Math class, breathless, just as Mr. Kowalski, our math teacher who looks like he hasn’t slept since 2012, turned around and said, “Ah, perfect timing. Since you’re here, you can solve this equation on the board.”
Me: Internally screaming. Also me: Externally pretending I know what a derivative is.
I walked up to the board, stared at the numbers, and for a solid 10 seconds, I forgot how to do basic arithmetic. I think I wrote down something like “x = 42” because that’s the answer to life, the universe, and everything, but apparently not to quadratic equations. The whole class laughed. Mr. Kowalski just sighed and said, “Nice try. Sit down.”
[The YouTuber takes a sip of the energy drink, wincing slightly.]
So, Math was a disaster. Moving on to History. Now, History is usually my safe space. I love hearing about old wars and kings and stuff. But today? Today was different. We had a substitute teacher. Her name was Ms. Smith, and she looked like she had wandered out of a 1950s sitcom. She was very strict. She told us we couldn’t use our phones, we couldn’t talk, and we definitely couldn’t “make funny faces at the back.”
Naturally, my best friend, Olek, decided this was the perfect time to try and teach me how to whistle with a blade of grass. Now, I’m terrible at whistling. Like, physically incapable. So, I’m sitting there, trying to blow this piece of grass, and instead of a whistle, I make this sound that is a cross between a dying goose and a deflating balloon.
Ms. Smith hears it. She turns around. Her eyes are like lasers. “Who made that sound?” she asks.
The class is silent. Olek is pretending to be dead serious, taking notes like his life depends on it. I’m trying to hide behind my textbook. But then, of course, the universe hates me. My chair squeaks. I accidentally knock over my water bottle. It rolls across the floor and stops right at Ms. Smith’s feet.
She looks at the water bottle. She looks at me. She says, “Detention. After school. One hour.”
I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But wait, it gets worse.
Lunchtime. My favorite part of the day. I go to the cafeteria, I get my pierogi (shoutout to the lunch ladies, they’re the real MVPs), and I sit down with Olek and Zosia. We’re talking, laughing, having a good time. Then, I decide to tell a joke. It’s a stupid joke, but it’s funny. I’m in the middle of the punchline, and I start laughing. A lot. Like, uncontrollably.
And then… it happens. I snort. Not just a little snort. A full-on, milk-out-the-nose style snort. But I’m not drinking milk. I’m eating pierogi. A piece of pierogi flies out of my mouth. It does a full 360-degree spin in the air and lands… right on the shoulder of the school principal.
[The YouTuber pauses, staring at the camera in disbelief.]
You heard me. The principal. Mr. Nowak. The scariest man in the entire school. He’s wearing a nice, crisp suit. And now, he has a piece of pierogi on his shoulder.
Time froze. Everyone in the cafeteria stopped eating. All eyes were on me. The principal slowly turned around. He looked at the pierogi on his shoulder. He looked at me. I swear, I saw a vein pop in his forehead.
I stood up so fast I knocked over my chair. “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to— it was an accident— I was laughing—”
He just stared at me for a long time. Then, he brushed the pierogi off his shoulder, looked at me, and said, “Young lady. Detention. Tomorrow. Two hours.”
So, to recap: Math humiliation, History detention, and now a pierogi-related incident with the principal. I was having the worst day ever.
But here’s the thing. On my way to detention after school, something weird happened. I was walking down the hallway, feeling sorry for myself, when I saw a freshman crying in the corner. He had dropped his books, and he couldn’t reach them because his backpack was too heavy.