<p>Peskemom, this is a wonderful way to end my day, ya know.</p>
<p>This week (with the wonderful exceptions of Mass, Easter, Mass, running, and region track) has been just a downright TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD WEEK (thanks, Judith Viorst)! </p>
<p>I missed a major day of classes. This means I'm behind in...
AP English (didn't get the memo on reading two acts in one night),
H calculus (screwed up a test today),
AP Psychology (didn't get the memo on the tests, must do a research paper this weekend because I'll be dead next weekend), and
H physics (four labs this week, two write ups due, missed a lecture, test next Tuesday).</p>
<p>Of course, it doesn't end there. An old friend is mad at me, I realized what a selfish, ungrateful child I've been, and I'm not feeling like the usual "uberminch" that I like to feel like because I'm basically a jack of all trades and a master of none. Oh, and I barely avoided a flying piece of some car today.</p>
<p>To top it off, and it really does feel like a comic book or some song about having a bad day, I blew my tire and got a flat today! Isn't that just peachy? Not only were they new tires, but it was my fault! I didn't do the 15-point inspection before taking off. I actually avoided a car, for the city has TINY streets here. I'm only going about 15mph. Suddenly, as history will provide truth to, my hubcab fell off (my car has now ONE hubcab). Something happened, I think it was some rocks in the road, and the next thing I hear is a "fssshhhhh." I pulled into the run-down gas station near the school and took a look. Yep. It was bad. I was going to be late for practice. I went down to business of getting out the spare and tools. Thank the Lord of answering my prayers, for a good classmate stopped by to give me a hand. We got the tires changed, and I gave a teammate a call saying I was going to be a little late. Well, I get to the fields in time for practice, thinking they all know what happened (for I'm covered in black soot). The coaches were making fun of me because I'm NEVER late. Halfway through practice, though, they discover that I blew a tire. The teammate had misheard me and thought I said, "I'm tired. I got high. I might be late." Haha! I'm never tired (or never admit it) or high. They all were confused about that too. Although I had shouted at the football/track coach, "No excuse, sir!" when he was harrassing me for being late, he found out about this and accepted it as an "excuse." Well, I had to drive home (about 30-40 miles) at 40-45mph (the coaches all gave me advice about driving slow, careful, and on the backroads). Oh, did I mention that I was also on an empty tank?</p>
<p>However, during the whole car incident, I just had to laugh. I mean, it was like a comic book or something crazy. Things like that just don't happen (until you go through it yourself). A bad day/week can get worse, I guess. Hahaha.</p>
<p>Sorry, ya'll, just had to vent somewhere. I'm done. :)</p>