arrowwhiskers

So far today has been, well...cosmically bad. I did manage to wake up on time, but biking to class there were already ominous clouds overhead. I locked my bike and made it to my first class, and my second, and my third. Spanish actually should be pretty decent...the professor is puertorriqueña and seems like she's not afraid to give a challenge. At that point, the worst news was that I could actually have saved a ton of money on books by getting different editions (nice), and that I couldn't bring any of them back since I'd left my wallet (with my student ID, bank card, any money whatsoever), at home. That also meant I couldn't pick up the Spanish packet I was supposed to today, nor get any breakfast snack or anything.

But that was okay.

But then the heavens opened up and poured down and it WOULDN'T STOP. The Spanish teacher had let us out a few minutes late, which was already concerning to me as my last class was the farthest away of all and I only had a vague idea where it was. The rain was so intense I could barely see, and already huge puddles were cropping up in the streets because THEY HAVE NO DAMN STORM DRAINS HERE. I finally, by some miracle, managed to make it to my fourth and final class--but by that point I was *totally* soaked, my one saving grace that I'd had the minimal foresight to bring some plastic bags to wrap my books in so I didn't get that wet.

The professor SCOLDED me for being late. Okay, dumbass. First of all, it's the first day of classes and you can't expect me to know the fastest way, second of all, your class is in a building on a far away wing of campus that's hard to find and THIRDLY IT'S POURING OUTSIDE AND I'M SOAKED TO THE BONE SO HAVE SOME EMPATHY. No? Argh. And then I spent the rest of the period shivering to death because my clothes were damp and sticking to me. Anyone who knows me knows that I get cold very easily, and that it makes me woozy, and that anytime I feel even close to fainting I get freaked out. But, I stuck with it...I can only hope I am not sick as hell tomorrow. That class looks terrifying, apparently he expects us to have physics as a prerequisite...hopefully I don't have to drop it. Blargh.

After that it was still slightly raining, but I romped back across campus and got my bike and tore home as quickly as I could. The streets were all flooded because of the rainfall, and of course the way the streets slant, the bike lanes were the most flooded parts. I biked through a lot of terrifying puddles, but there was this one part that was really bad and I actually found myself in the median between two directions of oncoming traffic. I can't remember the last time I felt so profoundly that the next split-second decision I made could mean life or death. It was pretty terrible.

I need to go back to campus, and I'm opting to take the shuttle. I have avoided it before because it's amazingly inconvenient (comes every hour) but I don't want to try my chances on my bike again. I'm surprised I haven't gotten a flat or otherwise experienced technical difficulties with it. I guess it's saving that for tomorrow.

My toilet is still broken, my bathroom still needs to be cleaned. I don't have the energy to go to Target, at all. I might end up just wandering out to Walgreens later if there's time after I get back from campus, but omg, I am just so drained. I want to curl up in a ball and sleep and brood. It is on the bad days that it becomes clear how alone I am...and I just want to call my mom and whine but at the time I don't dare to because I get the feeling everyone expects me to give in and buckle and dammit, I'm not going to.

I can only hope my luck will change. \o/ Gotta run off to catch the shuttle now...wish me luck. :\