There wasn't a whole lot about today that could have gone wrong, that didn't go wrong somehow. This morning one of my co-workers pretty much just came to a complete stop because she didn't feel well and complained for about an hour before she left early. Except she only left about 5 minutes early. I was a few minutes late getting out of there, mostly my own fault, so I was rushing to get to class on time. I had trouble finding a parking space (it's the first day of the semester, after all, so I kind of figured as much). I lucked into one close to the building I had my Spanish class in.
My instructor was almost fifteen minutes late to class because, I think, it's her first day teaching there. Oh, no. She turned out to be okay, but expected everyone to be a lot further along than most of us are. I haven't been in a Spanish class since this time in 2005 and while I watch a fair amount of Sabado Gigante! I still forgot the difference between ser and estar and the girl sitting next to me showed no mercy. I was trying to tell her (when we had our obligatory, ridiculous introductions/ question-and-answer-your-neighbor crap) that I needed to brush up a bit and she basically rolled her eyes at me. I pretty much said “Okay, be that way.” If she sits in the same seat on Wednesday (as people have a habit of planting themselves every semester), I think I might ask her to move if she plans on being a bitch.
Then, as I'm walking to my car some jackass throws his car into reverse as he discovers he's in the wrong lane and almost ran me over.
Once I get to my car I back out directly into a huge pothole and almost break my axle. If that's possible to do backing into a pothole.
Minutes later I'm driving up a relatively ghetto street when I see a typical wanna-be thug literally punch one of his (requisite status symbols) pit bulls in the head. I, as the typical tree-hugging animal lover I happen to be, slammed on my brakes and turn around. I rolled down my window and said – quite nicely, actually, I wasn't shitty – “If you don't want that dog, I can take care of her.” He called me a white bitch and told me to mind my own f-ing business, then pulled up his shirt in what I believe was an attempt to intimidate me. As if he had a gun in his pants.
That so royally pissed me off. All I could manage was “F-k you, too” as I drove off. The dogs he was walking didn't even have on leashes or collars. They were maybe six months old. And one of them, being a puppy, kind of wandered toward the street. So his reaction is to punch the dog in the face? I mean, she actually fell over from the force.
My drive home consisted of me crying and breaking my sunglasses as I ripped them off and threw them on to the floor of my car. What was I going to do? Call the police and tell them a guy walking on the sidewalk pretended to have a gun? Call animal control and tell them that someone, I don't know his name or where he lives, may be abusing an animal somewhere? I'm sure they'd get right on it.
When I got home, it was after the usual time the UPS guy comes and my Biology textbook hadn't arrived. One of my MLA/APA guides that I'd ordered from Amazon was, supposedly, delivered last week, as I discovered on their tracking site. Turns out they sent it to a SuperTarget in Greenwood, who I called to find out if they'd found the strange box. No one knew what I was talking about and did not sound especially thrilled to help me out.
Looking up the details for this class gave me a minor heart attack because, despite my cross-referencing of courses that transfer, I thought I'd already taken this class on campus. Turned out not to be the case, but it created more stress than I needed.
By the way, if you've gotten this far, congratulations. And if you're wondering about the previous post, I'm trying to decide between two different graduate programs. They're very different. But that's for another day.
