We, as college students, have so many reasons to have "bad days" that they can now be grouped by weeks. How many times have you said, "You wouldn't believe the week I've had."

Now I am not generally a pessimist, but let's be honest. When you have a bad moment/day/week, doesn't it seem like everything else goes wrong as well? See if you can't sympathize with a couple of the following scenarios.

Scenario One: Your alarm clock starts blaring É it's 7:30 a.m. You have the joy of an 8:00 class four days a week. You're running off four hours sleep (you need at least seven to function properly). You go to fix yourself a cup of coffee and, low and behold, you drop the mug on the floor. It shatters into a billion pieces and you have coffee dripping down everything within a three-foot radius.

You make it out the door at 7:55, run all the way to class, (and are quite proud you make it with three minutes to spare) only to find that your watch is five minutes behind your professor's. You're late, it's your third tardy, and your final grade was just bumped down a whole letter grade.

Scenario Two: You arrive back in your dorm room around 3:00 in the afternoon, after a particularly tough day of exams, a "disagreement" with a professor, and a C given to a paper that clearly deserved a B-. Sitting down at your computer to check your away messages you find one from someone you don't know. It reads, "I just wanted you to know 'name of significant other' cheated on you."

When you talk about this with that special someone, their response is not to encouraging: "What would happen if I did?" Suddenly, they're not looking so special anymore.

Scenario Three: A test starts out your Monday morning, which you studied for all night. Unfortunately, you went into caffeine shock, can't remember a thing you studied, and even if you did, it wouldn't help because nothing you studied was on the test.

Meeting with another professor for a short discussion during your lunch break, you discuss the presentation you've worked on for the past month that you are presenting to your class the next day.

To your dismay, Professor Perfectionist doesn't think your work took any thought at all. He proceeds to tear the entire project to shreds and asks you to redo the entire thing in one night. You skip all your afternoon classes to work on this project, and end up pulling another all-nighter because you also have two papers to finish editing by tomorrow as well. So much for planning ahead É

As you can see, there are many reasons to have a bad day, including the age-old, "it's just one of those days" excuse. If you do manage to make it to the afternoon without being bitten by the bad mood bug, you're bound to be asked by someone, "Why are you in such a good mood?"

Are you particularly overly excited or happy? No, not necessarily. It's just that no one thinks people smile for the sake of smiling anymore. Either something good must have happened or something exciting is going to occur for you to be having a "good" day.

True, getting an A on a really tough assignment or celebrating your six-month anniversary with the significant other is enough to send anyone into a singsong mood all day long. However, do events like this have to happen to be able to justify having a good day?

Even if you don't think a good day has to be justified, the question still remains ¯ do bad things all just seem to happen at once, or do we just let one bad event infect our entire perception of all other occurring events? Maybe it's a combination of the two.

Either way, we all have bad days. They never seem to go away. All we can do is make the best of them É if only it were so easy.