A story about a girl who really wanted to learn how to speak French.
After driving around for 30 minutes I decided to go back down this one particular lane one more time. As I am making a right hand turn, the car in front of me at the stop sign backs up and CRASHES into my car. Now there’s a big dent behind the back drivers side door, but in front of the gas tank. And the paint is peeling. (Lucky I was in a 20 some odd year Lincoln Town Car huh?)
Anyway, the girl was very apologetic and didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what makes it worse, the fact that she crashed into me OR the fact that she had just got a ticket from the campus police and then crashed into me. What do you think?
I’m alive and I guess I should count my blessings. But, the impact of the accident has given me quite a head and neck ache. I’ll be seeing the Dr. tomorrow I’m sure.
What makes the whole situation terrible is that I got to my class 40 minutes late and was locked out. The teacher wouldn’t open the class for me to come in. And that really upset me because I just drove 30 miles to get to the school, sat in parking lot traffic for over 40 minutes, get into an accident and all I really wanted to do was learn French.
I don’t think I want to take a class with a professor like that though. And I sure don’t want to put in the effort of a semester of work knowing how rude she is. I’d definitely hold it against her.
Some good news? My Berroco Peruvia came in the mail and now I can start the Tilted Duster from Interweave Knits. I’ll see if I can wind the 9 hanks tomorrow. Oh, and my Monkeys on US 1’s fit me, but then again I haven’t finished the heel. Cross your fingers!