Crappy Days

So, my Wednesday turned out to be not so pleasant. I got my first quiz back in math class and I got a 45%. It was reminiscent of high school but that was when I wasn't trying at all. My last math teacher made it really easy for me to ace his class but for some reason this teacher has an agenda to try and trick her students by putting things on her tests that are the uncommon methods of doing things, not what we have been practicing in the homework.
I was going to try and do some of my Spanish homework in the online workbook between classes but my teacher had closed the section not letting me finish. Poop.
I went to stand in line for my student loan refund check because I had nothing else to do. Little did I know that everyone else had that same exact thought that day. The line was ridiculous. It took 45+ min. to reach the crowd control barriers (where you zigzag back and forth) then I was where the line usually starts. Groan!
Between Spanish and BIO I walked 15 blocks up to the bank and found another line of people who had just picked up their PCC refund check and waited for them too. They all had to open accounts to cash the check so it took even longer.
BIO went well. We finally got our hands on the microscopes. Everyone was having a lot of problems figuring them out but I took to it like it was second nature. That seems like a good thing because I will be staring into one of those things everyday in the career I'm pursuing.
I headed home and ran for the Max train that was just pulling into the station, hopping on just in time. Three stops later I hear the transit police asking for proof of fare. The train was just pulling into another station so I was gonna hop out to avoid being caught. I had not bought a ticket because I had to run for the train and didn't want to wait 20 min. for the next one. The doors opened and I was about to step off when one of the transit police stepped in front of me and asked for my fare. I was busted. It only took five or so minutes to write me a ticket for $115! I left the platform and looked for the nearest pub 'cause daddy needed a shot of whiskey. Didn't find one. So I started walking home. I was in a neighborhood unfamiliar to me toting valuables and pissed as hell for being stupid. So I walked home from Albina/Mississippi which is probably 3 miles. Not that big of a deal except when I got to the transit center where our beautiful Rose Garden Arena is, there were people everywhere trying to cram into the parking garages to see the Blazers game, and every car was driving like they needed to fill their quota of killing pedestrians before the night ended. I almost got hit like six times and every time the driver thought it was my fault. I do tend to jaywalk but I obey traffic laws and crosswalk signs when there are lots of cars present, so I was in the right in every situation. Assholes! Now it was time for that shot. I went to Joey Rose and Aztec Willie's (our local taqueria and cantina) and had a stiff shot of whiskey before plodding home to give Chosephine the bad news. I came home to hear all about Soren's bad day. Poor guy had a bad day too. I'm sure she will write about it and since she was there you should read what she says.