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A (Very) Brief History of…the Last Two Weeks

August 16, 2010

The last two weeks have been crazy.

I say this in part to apologize for my (long, long) absence from blogging and in part to beg for sympathy as I wade through syllabi and moving bins.

Last Thursday, I made my way up to Starkville to sign some paperwork for my new job as a graduate assistant (read: low-level English teacher). On my way, I decided to drop off my rent check.

Time for some math. I walked out of the door at 3:45. The English Office closes at Five. The Realty Office closed at the same time. If I dropped off my check first, I’d have plenty of time to go to the English Department and sign all necessary paperwork.

Cue my car accident.

See? No damage!

Now, when I say this, it sounds awful, but it was in fact, only a fender-bender. And by that, I tapped the bumper of the car ahead of me and left very minor damage to their car and none to mine.

We pulled off the highway into a nearby parking lot where I waited, in terror, for the occupants of the other car to confront me. There was enough damage for us to call the police and spend several agonizing minutes waiting (that was mainly me, I believe).

The cops came and after a half hour of checking drivers’ licences and insurance cards, he asked if the other car even wanted to report this because of the serious lack of damage. To my elation, they said no and I got my ass out of there as soon as possible.

This was my first accident (with another car) and I got incredibly, incredibly lucky. To top it all off, I managed to drop my check off and make it to the English Department to fill out my paperwork.

I did, however, realize that I needed to submit a voided check. This would be so much easier if I had checks.

As I passed through campus, I caught sight on the crumbling dorm that they started tearing down the week before.

I don’t know why they waited so long to start tearing this building down but at least they are finally doing it. Let’s just say that it had a rat problem.

Even though my accident turned out to be okay, I had driven up all day to come home to a hot-as-hell house, fill out a bunch of paperwork, and run errands. It had not been the best day I ever had and despite the fact that I was short on money, I decided to get McCalister’s to try to make up for such an awful day. It wasn’t until I got home (on the other end of town) that I realized not only had they overcharged me, but they gave me completely the wrong order. And I must say, whoever’s order I got? Had horrible taste. There was, however, a cup of soup that made the seventeen dollar fiasco a little bit better. That, and Psych came on that night.

The next day I slept in, puttered around the house, and got a free meal at McCalister’s (and the order was actually right this time). I cleaned my room a bit before heading back to Jackson.

The Trace

My grandparents came over two days after I got back and my mom and I went crazy cooking dinner. We made bruschetta, Mushroom Chicken, and Cream Brulee. The meal seemed like a hit and even Ben called it one of the best meals we’d ever made. We had a great time talking, playing word games, and talking about the best way for diabetics to commit suicide (death by Twinkie, thank you Granny).

Most of the time before I came back to Starkville was spent either cleaning, doing laundry, of railing against the Gods that summer vacation has to come to an end sometime.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. janet permalink
    August 16, 2010 12:29 pm

    I was beginning to despair!!! I am sorry you had such a bad day.

  2. August 16, 2010 7:09 pm

    I’m sorry your had a car accident. I’m glad they didn’t want to report. Also, holla for free meal at McAlister’s!

  3. Lindsay permalink
    August 30, 2010 7:06 pm

    DID YOU DIE?!?!

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