Does anyone else like this short story? It's called Half Empty or Half Full?

I got off the bus surrounded by my clmates as we headed for our homerooms. Late again…stupid rain. I huddled against my friend as the sky spat down on us. Geeze it was cold. As we walked inside, a ping teacher told us to wipe our feet on the carpet like it would actually help. Those carpets were soaked after the first person walked in the door with wet feet. Wet footprints tered the halls, their owners all at their desks…on time. I hated being late. I hate it when others are late, and I hate it when I’m late. I shuffled into my homeroom, showed my homeroom teacher my bus note (excusing me for being late) and sat in my desk. After what seemed like an hour of morning announcements, we all hurried off to our cles. As I was ping one room, I caught my reflection in the window. Great, the frizz master had arrived, and my hair seemed to welcome his presence. As I walked into English cl, I almost fell when I slipped on the wet floor.