Well, it's not a secret that I am a Cancer, but surprisingly enough, I am one of the more withdrawn kind of Cancer sign.

Unless I'm driven into a proverbial corner, then the claws come out swinging.

Normally, I tend to keep my emotions well under control.

Normally, I don't allow myself to surrender to anger or sadness and try to make the best of everything.

Sadly, I can't always be like that.

Recently, I had to go through when I have already had to go through two days of crap not going right and am on day number three of my hellish week.

So, I am already in a bad mood going to class 'cause of a chipped tooth that happened the night before, so I tried to cheer myself up with a cup of apple sauce. I gobbled it down and feel content for the moment.

While it didn't really fill me, at least it was enough to make the hunger pains stop, and I am happy for a bit.

Until I'm given a quiz and do poorly on it 'cause I'm second-guessing myself. I would have stayed a bit longer for the lab, but I was starting to feel uncomfortable around a certain student and left.

Said student had ticked me off two days ago with her annoying attitude, and she is everything a Cancer is not apparently. She got under my skin so bad I had to storm out of the classroom and go right to the lab.

Following an emotional phone call home to my dad, and getting hit by sudden affection, I have to pull myself together because I started crying. I should add that I don't cry much around my parents as much as I used to, so crying over the phone prompted my dad to say three words that broke my resolve: "I love you."

Yeah. Three little words. You would think that a Cancer woman would like to hear that, but I haven't heard those words as much as I used to. It caught me by surprise honestly.

I ate lunch and manage to get to a neutral calm mood before heading off to my next class.

Things. Don't. Go. Right. In. The. Lab.

After getting hit by a series of setbacks and trying to salvage what dignity I had left, I was grabbing my sweater when about three pens and a mechanical pencil fall out of the pocket. Why do I know that was what fell? Because I saw these exact things fly out and hit the ground.

Usually, that wouldn't be an issue considering I could have had the rest of my writing tools fall to the floor, but I was already disappointed. I was feeling bad that we couldn't get a single thing done in class.  In this case, what is a Cancer to do?

Have an emotional, angry breakdown instead of going to grab their stuff and leave. I growled like a wolf being denied their meal, and I was pretty much acting like one on my hands and knees. I clutched three of the four items that fell out of my pocket as I just vented, nearly clenching my teeth, but mindful of the cracked one that I didn't want to get worse.

Even with a helpful person grabbing the last pen, I had to rein in my anger just to thank her for getting one of the pens, and go across the hall to get the rest of my stuff. I apologized to her, trying not to snap at her since I didn't want to take my anger out on someone I was working with. That would be bad teamwork, and my teacher already had to intervene with a team not long ago.

My biggest mistake was leaving my stuff in said classroom where a certain student was hanging out with a few others. I really don't know what possessed her to have two of her three classes scheduled when I'm there, but really, I'm not in the mood to deal with her as I do a quick check of my belongings.

By this point, I wanted to leave without another incident. Then, I made the worst mistake I could ever do as a Cancer: I caught the other Cancer giving me a rather odd look.

Bad enough I had to listen to her talk about something and mentioned 'waterfalls', but I was growing more uncomfortable about staying. The anger was literally a hairline fracture, and I was gonna explode if something triggered it.

And it had to be the odd stare that I received from her screamed wrongness.

Without even trying to check my anger, I pointedly say to her, "Don't you even start."

Oh, I angered another Cancer sign as she says, "What the freak? I didn't do anything!"

Another, I don't know her sign, was defending her, but by this point, I was done. Like I pulled two days prior, I stormed off, but this time, I didn't stop walking until I was far enough away from that classroom.

In case you're wondering, this all wasn't just about the chipped tooth I have to endure.

Since I was under a lot of stress the past few days, the mention of 'waterfalls', and my highly emotional charge, on top of everything else, I was dealing with a heavy and uncomfortable day of being a woman.

I should have just stayed home and avoided the whole day, but I had to be stubborn.

Maybe this is why I try not to let my emotions rein supreme as much as I used to since it leads to crazy stuff like this. Letting a Cancer have full rein of their emotions can be a finicky situation.

And while I could have tried emotional manipulation, I am NOT the type to sink to that level.

Don't know what happened after I left the classroom, but if I started anything, I don't care 'cause she deserved it.