But I digress...
Monday AM excited for school, but nervous for the classes. Being the person that I am I of course prepare for EVERYTHING, and am completely organized...but for some reason, not this day.
I hadn't put anything in binders or my bag for that matter. I make my way to my closet only to find my red JanSport backpack is MIA and possibly a POW. This completely throws me off. I rack my brain. WHERE COULD IT BE?!?!? No idea. But the books from last semester that were IN the bag are sitting up on their side in the closet. I think OK no big deal I will look for it later. Proceed to put my books (most likely 150 pounds worth) in my laptop bag and head out the door. I make it to Del Tech and walk up to the line at the front door. I wait 10 min in line to get to the front only to realize my ID was IN my red backpack. They won't let me in. They tell me to go across the street to the security place and get a new one. I have to be to my first class (A&P) in 10 minutes. I walk across the street and knock on the locked door. Someone opens it for me and behind the tinted windows and doors I notice there is a line of at least 58 people being helped one at a time by ONE guard. Are you thinking WTF??? Because that's EXACTLY what I was thinking. I waited in line for about 5 minutes when I said "Eff this" and went up two flights of stairs to across a hall (that crosses over the street below) down two other flights of stairs across another hall past the security guards that told me I couldn't get in... of course I was pretending like I owned the place so as to not draw attention to myself.
I start looking for my class... Already 5 minutes late I stop someone that looks like they know what they are doing. They don't. Big surprise. I have to do what I would dread most... walk up to the security guards and ask them where the room is. They tell me it's right behind me, and shockingly don't even realize I'm the same chick they just sent away 10 minutes earlier. I walk in and notice the instructor is already well into the discussion. I sit down at the back of the amphitheater and start taking notes. The girl in front of my tells me that I need to pick up the 6 different papers up front since I came in late. I walk down and get them only to realize we are already on page 4 of the one of the packets. About an hour later he's letting the class out and talking about how he will see us on Friday's lab. I KNOW I don't have lab on Friday. I ask the girl in front of me if she has the same problem. She doesn't. She looks at my schedule with me and we realize: for the PAST HOUR I have been taking notes in the wrong class. Let me clarify. I was in the RIGHT ROOM, RIGHT Subject, Wrong teacher, wrong time. Nice. I look at where my RIGHT class is and make my way up there since there is still 45 minutes left of it. Which by the way... has a funny little workbook... coloring workbook to be exact!
Up in the lab room they are just finishing up when I walk in. I talk to the instructor and watch the video etc. I'm late 10 minutes to my next class-- Intro to computers. I walk in and sit next to Sharon who happens to be in that class. :) Yay. I then realize that when I'm taking out my book for said class it wasn't as much as the 'right book' as it was my SOCIOLOGY book. Once again... Nice. After class Sharon and I go down to the lunch area, because I'm pretty sure at this moment my stomach is starting to eat itself. I get a BLT and turkey sandwich...after standing in line... they don't except card... gotta go to the ATM... stand in line again. Get my food, sit down and eat it after I scrape off the bacon pieces that are burned and nasty... which if you don't know cafeteria food is burnt hard and nasty. I finish it and go to throw it away. I throw it into what I THOUGH was the trash hole... it hits the edge busts open and the bacon goes flying everywhere. I WANT to cry at this point but I laugh instead. I mean who could not.
The rest of the day goes rather smoothly except for the 2 more hours of A&P lecture that I can't understand because my instructor is from India and I don't understand a bloody word she is saying. I make it home finally after I get off work. About 1:30AM I'm sitting on my couch talking about my PS3. I talk with my hands A LOT... so while I'm doing so I point to my PS3... or at least where it's suppose to be. It's not there. Someone came INTO my apartment and took my 80G PS3...
It all starts becoming clear to me what happened here.
Someone came into my place like they owned it... went through my stuff like it was their job... found my PS3 didn't wanna look like they stole it while walking down the street and tried to find something to carry it Ergo- my backpack is missing. I can't believe this day is happening to me. Granted I still have a roof over my head, and my health, but REALLY???
Anyways, the next AM I call Nationwide for my renters insurance to see if it covers it. My deductible is $500.00 -- yeah right. I'm good thanks. WTF do I have that for?!?! I get ready to head to sociology, but want some quick breakfast before I leave. I go to grab my banana. Not there. Apparently the damn little thieves got a little hungry and now I have a case of Goldy Locks and the 3 bears. Which I affectionately change to something not appropriate for this post. WHO I wonder, can walk up into someones home, and do something like this??? Someone needed a better mommy is all I can think of.
The rest of the week I've been forgetting things at home dropping things etc. But nothing has been anything worse than that Monday.
Sounds like life to me
it ain't no fantasy
it's just a common case of
everyday reality
