Monday was my first day back on campus and let's just say the morning didn't exactly run smoothly. After struggling out the front door to hop into the Paratransit van (The King of all Loser Cruisers), I secured myself into a seat and held on tight (learned that from last year's adventures...). Although, when it was time to get up I forgot that my backpack might cause a rather serious weight shift and throw me off slightly...needless to say I almost bit it on the floor of the P.T.V. but somehow saved myself from humiliation in front of my fellow rider. Yikes. Onward up the stairs of the School of Education Building. Now this building is one of those buildings where the door is also on a stair, so it's kind of a dangerous area to deal with (especially on crutches), but luckily I spotted a girl right ahead of me who could hold the door! Lo and behold, she was 'one of those people.' She opened the door with just enough space to squeeze through and then continued on without even the slightest of glances back. DARN. Struggle #2, door into the building. Alright, so we've entered the inferno of a building and crutch crutch crutch back to the back auditorium, make it through that door with the help of some fine gentleman nice enough to hold the door for me and then begin the navigation of the land of computer cords. Apparently all the outlets in this particular auditorium are along the back wall and I was doing great until the final cord. This sucker was raised off the floor because it wasn't very long...so I hopped over it with what I would like to call grace and then attempted to lift my crutches over it but...this didn't work. I ended up tipping over and falling into the heater, my crutches came clattering down with me, and Nat came to my rescue and lifted me back to my foot. Holy muffs.
Tuesday...not terrible. No collisions, didn't fall...hit a few doors, but hey, what did I expect? A day to go off without a hitch? Please.
Wednesday...successfully navigated that darn cursed School of Ed auditorium with ease and then made it to stats lab on time. Not too shabby. Just a solid twenty minute wait for the P.T.V. after lab. Although I suppose I shouldn't complain because I got to have a wonderful conversation with a very nice old man who had apparently had ankle surgery in a previous year. Told me to hang in there and such. So great. Everyone else who walked by kept staring because I was kind of standing in a position where it appeared that I had no lower segment of my leg...it was rather entertaining to watch their faces change when they realized that my leg was just bent and cocked up backwards in an attempt to elevate it...and cut down on the dark purple hue that my toes had assumed. Yikes.
Thursday. Talk about a long day. WOAH. So Thursdays always suck because no one likes to have class straight from 10-4. That is just insanity. I'm not sure why I did that to myself. But anyways, woke up and checked my beloved Weather.com and discovered that it would be extremely warm all the livelong day, so I donned my shorts and t-shirt and prepared for battle. Posted up on the porch so as to be ready for my ride to the MLB...only to receive a phone call that they would be fifteen minutes late. OH. COOL. I don't have class or anything...that's fantastic. So I just plopped and waited for quite some time, then hopped on and as we neared Hill Auditorium, I knew something was afoot. Approximately 67 yellow school buses from various school districts across the Southeastern Michigan area were swarming...and even more children were running wild everywhere. At any rate, traffic jam CITY...so I asked to be let out in the middle of an intersection and crutched the rest of the way. Ay yi yi. On the way to my seat, I tripped on some Asian's backpack, was laughed at, and managed to make a scene before landing in my lovely reserved chair. So awesome. After Stats I headed back out to be picked up only to realize that the field trip lasted the exact amount of time that I was in class...so it was Fiasco City with the reloading of all 67 school buses and millions of children. Schmee. So I was late to Psych...good thing my Soc class is in the exact same room right after Psych cuz I didn't have to move. Then it was time to crutch from East Hall to the USB. Hello lengthy journey and not being in shape. Talk about sweaty. Woah. Gross. AND my final destination was towards the World of P. O'Mahen...not the most appealing of endings to a difficult journey. Bahaha whew. After Comm Lab, I headed to the SLC to print off my homework only to nearly get stuck in some tiny room with a printer. Yikes. Then finally it was time to go home. HALLELUJAH. I headed to the elevators...and ended up in the basement of a parking garage...so I went back and went up a level...only to crutch out and not see a clear exit...so I went down the ramp and followed a bunch of signs to a DIFFERENT elevator...and went up a level...and BEHOLD! An exit to Palmer Drive!!! Rejoiceeee! Okay sorry this is huge, I'm almost done I promise. So I plunked down on the ground outside of this wonderful parking garage where it smelled of China (a lovely mix of roadkill and rotten eggs), waited for some twenty minutes or so...then decided to give Paratransit a call and see what was up. Well, apparently, the cab company is allowed to take up to twenty minutes to arrive at a destination, so they technically weren't late, but fortunately one of the Loser Cruisers was nearby so my main man Sean in the Paratransit Office re-routed it to me...and I got home 45 minutes after class ended. COOL BEANS.
Anyways. Today is Friday...things went well. I'm pretty pleased. I have also accomplished a grand total of ZERO things today. Cool cool cool. Oh well! Bath time?! Okay!
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