Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...

Tuesday starting out as what I imagined Alexander's (^) terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day must've been like. The night before, I set my alarm for 6:30 thinking I always look awful for my 8:00 class. I'm actually going to get ready this time. I woke up on Tuesday morning to banging on my door. I slowly fell out of my bed and opened the door, wondering who the heck would be doing that in the middle of the night. Turns out, it wasn't the middle of the night--it was 7:47 a.m. and it was Whitney ready to walk to school with me! "Shuut UP" was all I could say as I slammed the door (I apologized to her later).

Fast forward to 8:01 a.m. (ONLY 14 MINUTES LATER) and I burst throught the Maeser building doors and up the stairs into my Comms class. I was a little bit mad at myself but mostly just proud that I was able to get there so fast. This pride lasted only a few minutes until the professor asked for our papers to be turned in to the TA....... oops. I didn't think it was that big of a deal though, I would turn it in later and still get partial credit for it--it wasn't a huge assignment anyway. Wrong again! It was one of two major assignments for the whole year and according to the syllabus, which I read when I got home, NO late work is accepted. I decided I would take my paper to the TA during her office hours anyway. SO after Creative Writing, I quickly spit out this paper in the 40-minute break before Book of Mormon. Then, right after Book of Mormon I ran to the library, printed it out, and hustled over to the TA's office JUST in time.

This probably doesn't sound as hectic as it really was. It actually doesn't sound that bad at all, but for whatever reason it was probably my worst day at BYU yet.

So I'm on the top floor of the Brimhall when I look outside and see that it is POURING rain. Then I look regrettably down at my flipflops, capris, and short sleeve t-shirt, which were perfectly appropriate when I left the dorm that morning. By the time I reach the bottom floor of the Brimhall and am about to leave, I see that it is now hailing! big chunks of hard snow! I just wanted to be home already, so I didn't even consider waiting it out.

Now picture me: I am walking home slowly (so my flip flops wouldn't slip on the wet sidewalks.. which they ended up doing anyway...). My greasy woke-up-13-minutes-before-class hair is now drenched in rain. My clothes are soaked as well. I get hit in the head by one of those hard banana-shaped leaf things on the trees down here. The skittles I bought as a pick-me-up spill over in my vest pocket as I bounce down the stairs by the RB. I try to catch them, but miss mostly and just end up getting stained with wet skittle-paint all over.

I wanted to cry.

And all it took was this mental image. I pictured how ridiculous I must've looked, and couldn't help but laugh. I was bent over in laughter by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs. hahahah I still laugh out loud just thinking about it. It was all so cliché! It was so typically horrible that it was hilarious.

The hail storm made that awful day one of my favourite memories. Isn't that nice?