Somewhere out there, there is a person who can’t help but to catch every break that comes his or her way, to balance out my life. I think this person owes me a check.
My class schedule for the spring 2011 semester goes something like this: On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I have my stress management classes. Tuesdays and Thursdays is everything else. Today was the first day of the new semester, and so I just had my stress management class to start things off.
I made sure to get to the bus stop in plenty of time, but the bus seemed to be running late. Just as I was getting ready to head to my car and try and find a parking spot in the pay lot, the bus came around the turn…and just kept going. It didn’t even slow down.
After my mouth managed to close, I stood there for a bit wondering what the hell just happened, and what I should do about it. I didn’t have time to walk to campus, so I decided to go the pay-lot option. I know I was perfectly visible, because while crossing the street to get to my car, I slipped on some ice and fell–in front of an oncoming vehicle, of course. The driver of the vehicle was kinder than the bus driver–she at least acknowledged my existence by stopping her car and asked if I was okay.
So, off to convince my car to start so I could fight traffic on campus. When I got there, the pay lot was full. (except, I just looked up a map of parking, and discovered a lot that I assumed to be employee parking is actually another pay lot. So, next time, I’ll know.) So back home, fighting both traffic and tears this time. And, frankly if not having the bus stop (I didn’t miss the bus, I was where I was supposed to be when I was supposed to be there) and then not finding a parking spot left me in as big of a wreck as it did, It’s evident how badly I need that stress management class. You know, the one I missed today?
And that is the story of how I missed the first day of my second semester back at college.
I’d be much more amused by it if stuff like this didn’t happen to me all the time.