I assign the suckiness of walking out of school to beautiful weather, then having it be sprinkiling as your bus drives home, the walking from the bus stop to your apartment in POURING FREAKING RAIN that soaks all the way through your coat and your shirt.
A little rain doesn't bother me, but this was more than a little rediculous. I walked inside, and the first thing out of my sister's mouth was; "Hey, look! The drowned rat's home!"