You know those videos people get tagged in that are like - "If your boyfriend is named Garrett and he was at Firebird on 11 3... Sorry, but he's cheating on you"?Well, it sucks to be the fiancee at home being cheated on; it sucks worse getting tagged a million times while trying to forget about the whole thing and sleep.So can you really blame me for going live on social media and getting drunk while destroying my fiance's (ope- ex-fiance's) fancy hockey suits and apartment?Whatever. It happened. And it would've been fine if it weren't for the fact that I'm a teacher and the now viral video will probably get me fired.At least I already know what I'll tell my administration about the Moving forward, I promise to avoid hockey players at all costs. I finally masterminded my life to be I share a loft with my buddies, play on a dream hockey team, and am finally living close enough to visit my older brother all the time.So when my stupid fortune cookie reads that I should "beware of strange changes in the last days of the year" and that "bad luck will haunt you to allow for good fortune in the new year"... well, I freak out. I am the most superstitious guy on my hockey team, so can you really blame me?Fast-forward to me getting absolutely brickwalled by a goalie at my next game, and then being forced to participate in a school reading in the name of community outreach- I hate school.I tried to grin and bear it with the whole school thing, I really did, but when my friends start teasing me that I don't know how to read in front of the hottest teacher I've ever seen... Well, I stupidly volunteer to read.And my reading time was going really well... Until a kid's snot-rocket landed right on my shoe and I said, oh fudgeeee. Unfortunately, I did not say the word 'fudge', if you know what I mean.Now the hot teacher is yelling at me to wait in the hall.And I just know the bad luck and "strange changes" aren't going to stop here. I just wonder if the rest of the changes will be good or bad...