I am just posting a venting session because today has just been frustrating. Please feel free to skip reading.
I woke up incredibly late this morning and missed out on class #1 because I just couldn't get to sleep last night, so I figured I'd take it as an opportunity to catch up on some other items and then leave in time for class #2. Why does waking up late put such a bad spin on the day? We have no food in the house because I haven't had time to go to the store, so breakfast consisted of a cutie orange that is long past its prime, and a bite of bagel (which was soon deemed only good enough for the pups who gladly took it from my hands.)
Anyway, I left plenty in advance, so as to not have to worry about being late. On the way to fill up the gas tank (something I had completely forgot I needed to do), a large metal chunk of God knows what comes flying at my car, fortunately low enough to avoid the windshield, but instead of it hitting the glass, I run over it because there wasn't enough time to avoid it. I hear some very loud, clanging-scraping sounds coming from beneath the car and I pray that I don't soon see fluids leaking (or an engine) coming out the rear of the car. The vehicle seems to have survived unscathed (though I haven't been brave enough to take a look underneath yet).
When I arrived to campus, there was absolutely no parking (ugh... why can't I ride a bike faster so I can just skip the car entirely on these days). I circled (literally) for 45 minutes hoping someone would pull out - anywhere. I missed class #2 because I couldn't find parking (a first for me). Yet another reason to despise being in a car, I suppose. (First world problems, I know - and I feel a bit ridiculous for complaining about no parking - but still adding to the frustration of the day.)
I figured I would use the time to check out REI (not far from campus) and pick up some painting supplies that I can't get at home. While walking into the art supply store I was stopped by what I presume was a homeless individual who wanted to know if I had "spare change." I politely responded that I did not, but what I really wanted to say was, "Spare change?! SPARE CHANGE? No, I don't have spare change! I'm tens of thousands of dollars in debt for an education that I can't even attend because there's no parking and people who live close enough to walk, don't take advantage of that opportunity!"