The Best Day Ever

I have not written in quite some time. Scratch that...I have written, but I haven't published anything in quite some time. I have two other half finished posts I started, but which I have yet to finish. I decided after reading Frogkisser's Best Ofs that I needed to set the record straight. Just kidding; but I do have a set of my own. I also wanted to state my resolutions, but since I've already broken all of the ones I've considered, I decided to scrap that idea entirely. But on the same note, I will give up caffeine some time soonish.

The other post was the highlights of Fun Week, but I think I need to skim it down. Both features will materialize some time in the future, but for now I'm in a pretty good mood, and I've had things happen, so I thought I'd write about the recent recent.

Wednesday I drove my car into a ditch. More like an embankment, but the point is that I couldn't get out. This was on my way from work to school, but I drove from work to my house so I could walk from there to school. So basically the car parked on the other half of our driveway (which we share a driveway with next door, because we're a duplex) was slanted and the back end of it was slanted like so: [ //. The first line (or bracket) is the left side of the driveway (which is our half of the driveway), the second two represent their car. The period represents a period. As you can imagine, my car did not fit within the confines of the driveway (which is ramped and has an embankment running underneath it where the driveway inclines), and so trying to drive around them and into my driveway--with the help of the icy road--I actually had my front left tire slip off the driveway into the embankment; my right tire on the other hand was still higher up on the driveway, along with the back left tire, all of which caused my back right tire to be entirely off the ground. Though one tire was in the embankment, it could not touch the ground completely with my other front tire held higher up on the driveway, so only having 2 wheel drive my car wouldn't move period. I was late, so I just left it like that and went to school. Then I called my dad. He said to me "Something, you do find yourself in the most interesting predicaments;" this happened to be my second "ditch" predicament. Due to the weather he couldn't come pull me out, so I ended up using the jack in my trunk to elevate the left front of my car, then took some boards I happened to have in my room and ramped them underneath that tire of my car, which I was then able to back out of the ditch. All of this was while it was blizzarding, so I was soaking wet besides.

I think that was the most exciting part of my day. My statistics class, that basically caused the whole event, was definitely anything but. I found myself thinking throughout the whole thing, "I drove my car into an embankment for this?" I was bored beyond belief. I can't believe they even took the time to teach something so instinctive, but I have to take it as a pre-req for my major. I imagine it would probably weed out people just as effectively as an insanely hard class.

That same day, only later and on my way to my Advanced Anatomy class, I ended up swearing for maybe the third time in my life. The first was at the age of 6, when I meant to call my sister "Ash"--due to it being her name--and instead had a very similar word come out. Her 3 year-old-self gasped, then I ran into my parent's room and exclaimed the travesty that had just befallen me. They only had time to look puzzledly at each other before I ran back into my room to pray. I don't think the repenting was necessary, given my baptism didn't take place for another two years, but whatever. The second instance was just last year, and in front of elementary school children. I was at Duckling's work (where she and her mom work as Resource aides) helping the kids with Reading. Their assignment clearly illustrated that they needed to replace the vowels in 3 letter words with other vowels to make other words (ex. "cat" to "cut," "lab" to "lob," etc.). I was helping them, and the word was "fox." So I went through that word with all of the different vowel choices, asking them if a word was made each time. I didn't want to start out with the answers, so I skipped fax and fix, and instead went straight to fex. Then I proceeded on to the next non-answer. That was a mistake. Duckling and her mom gasped in surprise, then started laughing uncontrollably. I felt stupid, and all of the children, perplexed by the reactions asked, "Did she give us the answer?" No I did not children.

So Wednesday afternoon I was driving to school. I left on time, but somehow I was late. I decided walking from my house would take too long, so instead I pulled into the pay lot, because I could not be late for Anatomy. We basically write our own book from the lectures as we go, so it's imperative to be there for the whole class to pick up all of the information he wants us to know; and the class is hard, so that's a good idea. But lucky for me a semi truck was 1 car in front of me. He decided it would be a good idea to park in front of both gates leading into the pay lot. People were behind me and in front, there were also people on the left side of me because he considerately didn't block off the booths and gates coming out, and there was a brick wall on my right--I was stuck. It was a narrow road to nowhere essentially, and I can't think of any reason why he would have needed to enter it, but I sat there for 15 minutes with no action happening on his part at all, and was subsequently late to my class. I let out a string of profanities, which surprised me because I never even think swear words. All in all I had the best day ever.

Actually I wasn't all that put out about any of it. Other than the semi annoying me to a degree, and Statistics boring me quite a bit, it was a fairly pleasant day.