Oh, I've had plenty of days (unfortunately, none specifically) where I have had tons of things go wrong. Mostly, when I was in 4th and 7th grade.
In 4th grade, EVERYONE hated me. This included the teacher.
Bit of a background:
In the late Summer of 1998, I had moved from one county to the one east of it. I had suffered from "new kid who doesn't fit in" syndrome. My odd behavior was enough to make everyone in the class insult me. The teacher gave 4 or more assignments a day (including Fridays), meaning I had TONS of homework PLUS stuff I didn't finish at school that day. So, a lot of boring school work + mean children + witch for a teacher = DEPRESSION! One day I just came home in tears to my parents (my father usually was never home, that day he stayed home due to an injury, and my mother did not have a job yet), explaining how everyone including the teacher was very mean and insulting. My father had me lay down on top of him on the couch in front of the TV (No cable yet, all you could do was watch videos). He tried to give me an example on how my teacher was actually nice once you got to know her (This was obviously before he met her. He found out who she truly was later on).
After that, my mother put The Adventures of Milo and Otis (my favorite movie at the time, always cheered me up) in the VCR to make me feel better. After the movie ended, I told her how many assignments I had that day (at least 6, 4 assignments plus 2 classwork assignments I didn't finish), which made her and my father flip out. Started the homework shortly after the movie ended (around 6 PM), finished at around 11 PM.
A few weeks later, after my mother had a job, and my father was back at work, his leg fine again, I came home to a house with no parents in it. With no one at home. I was still in a depression (It didn't end until after my 4th grade year ended), and with no parents to console me, I found the next best thing: The refrigerator. It had just been installed at that time. So, whenever I was depressed (see last set of parentheses), I'd eat (this is mainly why I look like I do today, I was fairly thin before the 4th grade).
Unfortunately, the kids in that class were nice compared to the demons I was sharing classes with in 7th grade.
I started 7th grade on September 5th, 2001. I had 5 main teachers (Math, Reading, Writing, Social Studies, Science). Now, the teachers were nice, that was the only difference between 4th and 7th grade. I was placed in a class with a bunch of mean jocks, wiggers, potential hookers and just plain bad people (any mods/admins feel that the words I used are a bit too offensive, feel free to edit it, though I suggest not to, as that's what most of them are today).
Also, due to the effects of 9/11 with my father losing his job (no, he did not work at the WTC), I had once again gone into depression (I thought we'd be losing the house).
I have significantly gained weight thanks to the mean children of 4th grade, so it wasn't just my behavior they insulted, they also insulted my outward appearance. I went through a semester and a half of their heartless comments, their insults, and annoyingness. One of them had called me racist for disliking rap music, if I recall correctly. I had absolutely nothing in common with them. During the third quarter, I had had enough of their insults, and switched to other classes (Same teachers, different periods). Of course, there were mean children in this class as well, but there were also a couple of friends of mine from the 6th grade in it, so I felt much better at this time.
After 7th grade, I haven't been much of a target of insults (actually, I haven't been insulted since then).
Though I haven't answered your question per se, I'm sure I have had one of those days where everything had just gone wrong, but I cannot think of any that were memorable.
