COLLEGE.

First three weeks down. First two weeks? Worst two weeks ever. I'm almost positive that every possible thing that could go wrong, went wrong.
It all started the second week of school....
August 30th: Remember how it was rainy that morning? I remember. I also remember how I woke up late, didn't have time to pack a lunch, and I was in a hurry to get to the FrontRunner station before it left at 7:24. I also remember being pulled over right before turning onto the Frontage Road after apparently speeding on Chase Lane going 45 in a 25 zone. Oh yeah, and I got a ticket. And cried to the cop saying I had to get to the train...but he had no sympathy. Later that month I had to go to court, pay $115, and plead something...I'm not sure what I was doing. But the ticket didn't go on my record. So since I missed the train, I had to drive to the U. I got about half way there, and the red pony showed up. Then right as I got off the 4th south exit, I thought about the art supplies that I forgot at my house. I recalled my teacher saying, "Don't bother coming to class if you don't have your supplies." So I drove home, watched a little Top Gun...calmed down. Then went to Smoochies, grabbed myself a strawberry lemonade and got on the FrontRunner. I made it on time to my math class. I got through the rest of that day semi-smoothly.
September 1st: Not so smooth. I missed the train again. So I drove to school. Didn't have a parking pass, so at the beginning of the day I parked in the Art building lot, got out of my 3 hour class, and saw a ticket on my car. Thankfully, it was just a warning. But I was stupid and decided to move my car to the Library parking? Where you have to pay? WHAT was I thinking? I didn't realize that they would only give me one warning for parking in the Art building lot all day...so I moved my car. About a week before this, I had just started my new job at Zions Bank. Since I was a newb, I had to attend a "mandatory orientation via conference call." This fabulous conference call just happened to be during my math class and half of my drawing class. Thinking I could go to about ten minutes of math, book it to the library, pull out my laptop and attend the call, I left my math stuff in my car since I would only be there ten minutes. As I sat there waiting for class to start, I looked at the instructions for the conference call and realized the call started an HOUR later than I thought it would. So I had to borrow some paper from a nice kid sitting next to me. After math, I book it to the library and whip out my laptop...make the call, and find out that my laptop isn't cool enough to do the "online slideshow" I had to follow along with. 20 minutes later, I'm on a library computer, watching a dumb slideshow and listening to a monotone voice on the phone...realizing everything they're talking about doesn't apply to my job. So I played solitare on my laptop. 2 hours later, the conference call is over and my phone is dead. I show up late to drawing, and end up having to make some stuff up later. After drawing, as I'm walking back to my car, I get a text from my brother, Jeff saying he wants his mini fridge back. GREAT. I thanked him for making my day worse than it already was, and then we quoted Cool Runnings for a few texts. Since I had two more classes after parking in the Marriot parking, by the time I was leaving I had been parked there for about 6 hours. As I'm pulling out, they tell me I owe $8. EIGHT DOLLARS?! So I pull out my wallet and I have about 16 cents. I give them my card...they give it back. It was declined. So they pull out their camera, take about 6 pictures of my car and give me a ticket that says I will, "promise to pay." Just to add onto this chaos, I was almost out of gas and starving. I finally made it out of there and rode home in silence (that isn't a usual thing...I'm never in my car without the radio on) because of how stressed out I had been all day. I may or may not have also broken down on my way home. That remains to be unknown. But I did make it home eventually...I sat down on the couch and watched a good flick. A few hours later I got a text saying, "You should probably look on your porch." So I went outside and there was one of my friends with an Oreo blizzard. He knew I had a record high bad day....but it was a fabulous blizzard.