Ahhh college. What a glorious time in one's life. But also, what a stress filled, anxiety ridden, and bad luck filled time of your life. Or maybe that's just me. I firmly believe that there is a separate, distinct type of luck reserved just for college kids. I call it "College Luck". Last week was pretty horrendous, but as I look back on it now, some parts were funny...some.
1) Three tests in one week.
Originally I would have had 4, but by the grace of God, my statistics teacher moved the test back a week. I think I ate my weight in Cheeto's to celebrate.
2) Closed my hair in my Jeep door...
I was very excited to go to the pet store to get a Betta fish. I thought that life was going to leave me alone for 30 minutes so I could pick out a cute little fish. No chance. My hair reaches all the way to my butt. Butt length hair+ heavy wind+me shutting my Jeep door at the same time=disaster. As I tried to walk away I was suddenly yanked backwards. Another obstacle was to figure out how to contort to reach my door handle to release my hair from the death grip my door had on it. Highlight of that trip? I have a beautiful Betta fish and his name is Cheeto.
3)Clowns Terrorized Milledgeville.
On top of spending all the hours of the day in class and then at Starbucks studying, I had to have a heart attack every time I came home (at night) and made the walk (run) up to my apartment. With pictures and videos circling the Internet of people wearing clown masks and the threat of being lured in by a baby's cry was absolutely too much for me to handle.
4) The local coffee shop making jokes about the clowns...
"An iced coffee a day keeps the clowns away." I hope every GCSU student bought an iced coffee.
5) The boys that live above me
Where do I start? The boys that live above me are something else. The noises that come through my ceiling, I honestly don't want to know what's actually going on. Whether it is 10a.m. or 4a.m., they always seem to find someone to fight (and yell for 30 minutes at each other how much they want to fight), bang around, slam doors, and have an insanely squeaky bed... Thank you boys above me for always keeping me guessing what's coming next.
Even though this is only one week out of the year that was especially bad and it seemed like hell when it was happening, now that it's over, it's actually funny. But only some parts. The clowns still aren't funny. This week taught me that no matter what life throws at you, get through it and laugh about it later.
