My Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

You know those days where it just seems like from the moment you got up to when you collapsed in bed that the world is completely against you?  No matter what you do, you can't make it right and you feel like crying or crawling into a hole.  We've all been there, it just so happened that mine was this past Tuesday.

It all started off with my phone blaring it's usual Game of Thrones theme ring tone.  Not my alarm, mind you, my ringtone.  Stupidly, I smacked it and rolled over.  Who the hell would be calling me at 6 in the morning?  Probably a telemarketer, I sleepily thought.  Then it rang again. And again. Grogily, I leaned to the side and picked up my phone.  However, by the time I had reached the damn thing, it had already gone to voice mail.  I was fully prepared to throw it across the room and roll back into my coccoon of blankets when I noticed something; the time.  

As it turned out, it was not 6:45 like my sleep addled brain thought.  No, it was in fact 8:45 on a Tuesday!  Shoot, shoot shoot! I was late, oh I was going to be so late! Right at that moment of my freak out, a text from one of my classmates (you know who you are) came through.

"Where are you??? We have our peer responses today!"

I was absoluetely mortified. Of course I would forget to set my alarm the day of my 8:30 class and an important one that absolutely required my presence more so than usual.  I texted back a quick explanation and a promise that I would be there as soon as I could.  In my haste to get a move on I ended up faling out of bed and my left leg roughly knocked into my roommate's desk chair. 

Explative after explative poured out of my mouth as I hobbled across my room, grabbing clothes at random.  As I haphazardly got dressed, I sent a quick email to my professor, explaining to him what happened and asking of he still wanted me to come to class.  After all, I was already very late as it was.  As I waited for his response, I began stuffing my completed assignments into my bag and earned mysef several paper cuts along the way.  My computer chimed with a new email and sure enough it was my professor's resonse of a single sentence.

"Please get here immediatly!"

And with that thought in mind, I grabbed my bag and sprinted out of my room and straight to class. I live on Market Street which is probably one of the lowest points on campus so that means if I need to get anywere, it's up hill.  I'm also asthmatic so on a normal day, I do tend to breathe a bit harder than I usually would after walking up all those steps.  So after sprinting up what seemed like a hundred flights of stairs and nearly collapsing into my classroom, I thought my burning lungs were going to give out.

Immediatly, I got to work and finished the rest of class without incident.  Thankfully, my professor showed mercy for my stupidity and didn't decapitate me on the spot as I'd feared.  I walked back to my dorm with full intent on taking a shower and putting on clean clothes.  But as I rifled through my cavernous bag, I realized something; my key was still in my room.

Of course. Of freaking course.  This day was just geting better and better.  I texted my roommate in hopes that she would be back soon to let me in but I really had no idea when her cass ended.  After hours of waiting and debating, I finally decided to call Campo to let me in.  And naturally not five minutes after they left, my roommate showed up.

"I could've let you in," She said.

I shook her off, saying that it was no big deal and that I just needed to get to my next class.  The day continued to drag on and on and little by little, I could feel myself starting to fall apart.  All I wanted was a hug and a shoulder to cry on and I ended up settling for an unsatisfying nap and glitchy Netflix.  

A spark of light did shine through though at the end of the day.  When all hope seemed to be lost, my best friend (who goes to JMU) called me.  She'd seen my angsty tweets from earlier that morning and wanted to check and see if I was okay.  Her voice may have been distorted by the phone and she may have been a hundred miles away, but she was there and she gave me exactly what I needed.

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 My best friend, Abby (right) and me (left) as Napoleon Dynamite and Debb (from Napoleoon Dynamite) for Halloween when we were 11.