Picture this: It was the night was of August 27th, going into Tuesday, August 28th. I started doing homework around 11:30 P.M. and everything was going fine. What I didn't know was the series of unfortunate events that were going to follow.
First, my ceiling FELL DOWN.
Jared Primm
Right after midnight, I noticed a small dip in the ceiling above my bed. I went and grabbed one of my roommates to make sure it didn't look like that before, and he confirmed my beliefs that there was something wrong. I snapped a picture, intending to send it to my landlord the next day. Then, I went on and continued my homework, finishing right before 3 A.M. As I packed up my laptop and binders, I heard the sound of movement, cracking, and shifting coming from the ceiling and I panicked. I got up on my bed, held the piece of the ceiling up, and frantically texted my roommates, hoping that someone would still be awake. After no response, I FaceTimed my parents and woke them up from their slumber. Debating what to do, I realized that this thing was coming down no matter what I did. I released my grip and BOOM. A large section of ceiling tiles right above my bed came falling down, leaving debris everywhere. I accepted defeat and ended up spending the night on the futon in my living room, finally going to bed around 4 A.M. I had to wake up at 8 A.M.
And then I lost my ID...
After I woke up, I got ready and made my way to the Mountainlar to do a handful of things I needed to do before my 10 A.M. class. At this point, I really was having an OK day. I printed out some things I needed, got a coffee from Starbucks, grabbed some Chick-Fil-A breakfast, and even talked to the manager of J.A.C.S. about working there. I made it through my first class smoothly and as I was heading to my next class, I opened my wallet to buy a bottle of water from the vending machine. I quickly realized that my student ID was nowhere to be found and my mind began to swirl about where the hell I could have left it. I accepted my fate, headed to class, and things began to look up. I received an email saying that my ID was turned in at the Mountainlair front desk and I could come and pick it up. I was relieved, as I was about to head there for lunch with some friends. Everything seemed to be OK. Until...
The Mountainlair CAUGHT ON FIRE.
A little after 11:30, I began to walk to the Mountainlair with a few friends. I was thankful for whatever kind human being turned in my ID and was eager to stuff my face with a sandwich from Which Wich. As we approached the Lair, we noticed the insane amount of people standing outside. As we got closer, we began hearing murmurs about what was going on. We finally found out from a Lair employee that Blue Tomato, one of the newest culinary additions to the Lair, had a small fire, setting off the fire alarms and causing everyone to evacuate. This also meant that they weren't letting anyone in. My hopes and dreams of reclaiming my ID were flushed down the toilet. While I didn't really need my ID immediately, the feeling of not having it was anxiety-inducing. Once again, I accepted my fate and made it to Armstrong Hall, where I sat and waited for my next class to begin. I essentially had class straight from 2:30 to 5:15, which I didn't even give a second thought to. That's until the next upsetting news was delivered to me...
The Copy Center closed at 4:30.
I made my way through my Computer Science class, and then right afterward, my Spanish class. While I was still distraught about the almost comedically awful day I was having, I thought that everything was going to be fine. I was going to get my ID and immediately walk out to the green to play with my friend's puppy. Then, I would go grab some dinner from Evansdale Crossing. I made my way to the Mountainlair front desk to ask about claiming my ID, but that idea was quickly shot down. Turns out that the Copy Center (where you claim lost IDs) closed at 4:30. Of course it did, because that makes complete sense, RIGHT?! So I made my way to the green, still ID-less, but excited to see a cheerful puppy. After all that, everything was pretty much alright. I got to play with a precious 3-month-old boxer/pitbull puppy and then went to Crossing to eat my feelings away.
Maybe I'm being overdramatic, but that may have quite easily been the most unfortunate Tuesday of my life. It truly was just one mishappening after the other. But regardless, have you ever had a case of the terrible Tuesdays? Feel free to discuss it in the comments below!
