Sometimes I wonder how it’s possible that the bad luck of the entire universe falls on my shoulders in one day — I step in a puddle of melted snow, I spill my latte on my new sweater, I get a B on a paper I chained myself at Butler to write, and a boy I’ve been eyeing for the past three weeks still doesn’t acknowledge my existence. As clichéd as it may sound, life is clearly a bumpy ride. So how does one learn to be happy even when the rough moments seem to outweigh the good ones?
