Did I get up on the wrong side of the bed?

Today was a really off day. Really off. Even considering my low standards, it was an off day. And when I say "low standards" what I mean is that I'm a really laid back person, so stuff happens all the time that might be considered "less than ideal" but I don't really notice and at the end of the day, I think that my day has been fantastic despite all the bumps in the road.

To quote Julie Andrews, "Let's start at the beginning, a very good place to start." I overslept this morning. My alarm went off. I opened my eyes. I turned my alarm off. I closed my eyes. And next thing I know, nearly 40 minutes has passed, and it's time for me to be leaving. So I was late to my first class. And when I get there, I find that my teacher wasn't there. Her husband was in the hospital, so she told us just to take the class time to work on our group projects. She wanted everyone to sign in so that she would know who was there. But someone (another teacher, I'm guessing) had already come and taken the sign-in sheet away because I suppose he figured everyone who was coming was already there. So I won't get credit for going to class. No big deal, but it would be nice. Once in class, only one member of my group was there. We had already arranged to meet later in the library, so since our whole group wasn't there, we didn't talk about much and just decided to leave the discussion to later. So I show up late to a class I'm not getting credit for, and am only there for about 10 minutes. What a way to start a day!

My next class was pretty run of the mill. Nothing too special happened. Except for the fact that we did teacher evaluations, but that's not too unexpected with it being the end of the semester.

My brother came and picked me up after that. Since I injured myself, he's been escorting me from class to class so I don't have to walk so much. I thank him often. Anyway, I get in the car, he takes off, and then makes a turn in the opposite direction of where I'm supposed to be going and before I get the chance to say, "Where the heck are you going?" he says, "Wait. Where am I taking you?" So we go the long way around and I'm late for my next class. Again. Excellent. I walk in the door of my classroom and my teacher hands me a quiz. I forgot we were having a quiz in that class today. And since I'm late, I have about a minute to do it. Thankfully, it was easy so the minute was fine. After the quiz, it was time for review. We have a test on Wednesday and then our final. So we went over stuff. The class was good. But since we were reviewing, we got out early. Again. So I call my brother to come get me again, earlier than expected. He was parked not far away, so I walked over to the car.

My brother then takes me to the library, where I was supposed to be meeting that group I mentioned in my first class so we could talk about our projects. Again, my brother is distracted and takes the long way around. Again, I am late. Not very late. But late. I walk in the library, and I see not a one of them anywhere. I walk around to see if I can find them. No such luck. So I sit down in the front to wait, in a very visible area so it wouldn't be hard for them to spot me should they walk by. 20 minutes. I see no one. So I call my brother again. We go home so I can get something to eat before my next class.

I wasn't late to my next class. But my next class was cut short. Again. All we did were teacher evaluations, so when that was over we were free to leave. Despite me being painfully slow at doing those things, I was still out about 40 minutes before I had to be anywhere else. The next thing I was supposed to be doing was meeting with my advisor. So I walked over to the building in which his office is located and decided to hang out there and try to do some work while I was waiting. I did that. Then I walked to his office when I told him I would be there. So I was there and was not late. But he wasn't there.

So I go sit back down in the hallway to see if there's anything else I can do before my last class starts. But I really didn't have much to do. I had already done about as much as I could do with the books and stuff I had with me. So I contemplated asking my brother to come and get me earlier than he expected again. And I actually did call him. But unlike the previous times, he wasn't hanging out on campus, so he would have had to drive from home and then take me home, and then take me back to school and it would have been insane and a waste of gas. So I just told him what was going on and that I would wait around. For about another hour. I eventually got out my Bible and read a while in Isaiah. About eight chapters, I think.

Some passage of time later, it's finally time for my last class to start. I warned my brother that I would probably be calling him earlier than usual because I had a feeling it was going to be a short class. I was right. Basically, all we did was get back the last papers we wrote. My teacher is known for grading pretty harshly, and she's consistent. I got an F. My reaction when I saw that F scribbled on the back was laughter. Not audible laughter, but I'm pretty sure my diaphragm contracted and air was expelled out of my lungs through my open, smiling mouth. For all those who made a D or an F, she told us we could revise, but we needed to make an appointment to talk with her about our papers. I'm pretty sure every single one of us made an appointment with her before we left.

I'll stop there. I still have a little more of my day left, and I'm hoping it's not as awkward as the rest.

There you have it. I was late multiple times over, the people I was supposed to meet didn't show up, and I made my first ever F on a paper. Oh, and I forgot to mention that it's been showing all day, so that made all this awkwardness seem even more surreal. Because snow doesn't happen on awkward days. At least, not in my mind.

In all of this, I'm not complaining. Like I said, I'm really laid back. In fact, as I sit here and think back on my day, I can't help but chuckle. I really don't know why I laugh, or why I laughed when I saw that F. I guess I just have a tendency to laugh at problems rather than get upset, whether they be funny or not.

And now it's almost time for me to go get ready for my last choir concert of the semester. I'm going to laugh really hard if something goes wrong there. And you can be sure I will share it with you all if something does happen.