Day Ten

It is a truth scientifically acknowledged, that whatever goes up, must, at some point, come down.

I am sorry to say that that goes with moods as well. Today was horrible.

It started well, however, but that was short lived. At nine-seven in the morning, things started taking a turn. I was sitting at school waiting for my class to start, passing the time away by reading a book. And I was really into it! Anyway, the phone rang and once I saw that tiny name I didn't want to answer it. It was my work and why else would they be calling other than to call me in early. Perhaps to tell me I had the day off? -Fat chance.

Naturally, I answered. And, of course, I was right. They wanted me to come in three hours early. ...Well, its better than five. Ungh. I had a very strong desire to yell into the little receiver, "No! I won't come in to work!" ...but... I didn't. I'm not one for "making a scene." I simply told them that I'd call in two hours, after my class was over and I had time to think about what I might be doing.

Class was cramped. I felt very claustrophobic and sat in the very first row -the closest chair to the door -ready to escape just as soon as ten-forty-five rolled around whether the instructor was done or not. Class wasn't bad. No, actually it was. I had been sold the wrong book -again -and was starting to stress. He gave us a very big reading assignment and, as if that didn't make me feel bad as it was, I didn't even have the book to read it. And if I decided to go to work, I wouldn't even have time to read it if I did have it. Another 'Ungh'.

The instructor seemed nice. He was very into his subject. But he scared me too. Not him as a person, but just as soon as he mentioned that our first exam was a week from today I really started to stress! -I didn't even have the book!

When class finally ended, and my name called for roll, I dashed out of the class and didn't slow down until I was at my car. I drove home in the rain. I couldn't help but see it as an omen to my misery. And the fact that it let up just before my shift didn't help either.

I changed into my uniform and called work to let them know I would be their soon, right after a few errands. Then I made my way to the school with my wrong book and the receipt that purchased it.

I pulled into the school parking lot and made my way down the aisle. I guess I wasn't giving the road my one hundred percent -I was busy stressing -but what happened next was not my fault. I flipped my blinker on in the lot and started to turn right. I had done this dozens of times before and nothing bad has ever happened. It only seemed to fit that if something was going to happen it would be today...

I turned my car slowly down the student parking lot and was surprised when a giant black SUV rushed out only to slam on the breaks a foot in front of me. My foot was lead on the break and the gesture had sent me full into the seatbelt so that I was leaning forward nearly pressed against the steering wheel. Adrenaline rushed through me and I could feel the blood start to pound in my ears.

I threw the car in reverse and made the way clear for the giant vehicle. We were starting to cause a traffic jam, with cars pulling out trying to leave and cars pulling in trying to get here. I watched with a blank expression as the SUV pulled out in front of me stealing the right of way. I couldn't help but notice the expression on the drivers face. The lady was avoiding my gaze and her lips were pursed ...almost as if I had done something wrong. She was the one who failed to notice me. Failed to even stop as she raced down the lot, until she was forced to stop. That made me annoyed. But only a little. I was still a little disoriented from the 'almost accident' that my car would definitely not have survived.

Despite my desire to sit there and calm myself, I pulled out of the way for the other drivers. I quickly parked and made my way up to the school. I managed to return my book in exchange for the two books that my class required. After that I headed off to work, grudgingly. Now that I finally had the right book, I wouldn't even have time to read it.

And then, about my internet class, I couldn't find it. The lady at the desk just told me to go to a certain site. She was so set on the fact that she was right, that I didn't bother to argue that I had already tried that a dozen times this morning. Needless to say, I came up empty handed. I finally just emailed the professor in hopes of a little guidance. To tell you the truth I'm not ever sure that the email went through... Ugh.

Work wasn't bad. The rain had taken it's toll and kept many of the would-be customers at bay. I was glad for that. And since I was training a new closer we didn't get out 'til late. I went home after that, got myself cleaned up and ready for bed, but I didn't go to sleep. I stayed up and read. At one in the morning I decided that I should probably get some rest. So I turned off the lights and just laid there. Nope. I really wasn't tired. So I got back up and flipped the lamp on and read. I was up until a quarter past three.

In my defense, I probably couldn't have slept anyway. A huge thunderstorm rolled in just as I decided to continue reading and I was sure that it wasn't one I could just ignore. The rain dashed against the windows and the thunder rumbled the house. I curled up at the head of my bed with the book laid open on my knees and tried to concentrate on the scene in the book. It wasn't easy. The lightning continually lit my room and the pelting rain, like rocks against the glass, made me a little worried. It reminded me of all those times I had been with my sisters and we were all screaming in fear, piled up on one bed. It made me miss them. Made me miss the company. Another person in the house. But I was alone. No screaming sisters to huddle up next to me.

Six more days. Four more days of work. Three more days of classes. Just six more days...