Day 2-Nervous Breakdown #1

I have had a hellish day. I don't even know where to begin.

The day started out normal enough, if not a bit boring.

The days wears on and the bitchy get bitchier and the obnoxious more obnoxious.

We elected class officials today. Only one position was of any interest to me and that was "historian", which in our school is just a glorified picture-taker and bulletin board maker. I don't have time for extracurriclur activities, so I didn't even nominate myself. Some 40-some-odd-year old lady got it. She likes to scrapbook. So, my wheels start turning and I'm thinking of being helpful. I find her after school and ask her what kind of camera she has. Some kind of HP digital thing. So, being the nice person I am, I sweetly offer to bring my camera to take pictures, thinking that I would be able to get better pictures for her(even if she was wielding the camera). She gives me a snotty, condescending reply about how she has a nice camera and goes on about doing the pictures in sepia. Yeah, I have that on my camera too. That's the last time I try to be nice. I guess she thought I was playing the "I'm better than you" game, but I wasn't at all. It seems silly, yes, but you had to have been there.

Ok, back up a bit.

My last class in the afternoon is Pharmacology. This is probably the single most difficult class in the entire program. You'd be hard put to find someone who disagrees.(I might, but I can't be sure yet) Anywho, since starting school way back when, we've heard nothing but bad things about this class and how hard it is. We've all been tweaking out about it ever since. The double whammy in this is that we are taking it in the summer, which means that this holy terror of a class is being shoved up our ass in 7 weeks. 20 of us had minor anxiety attacks in class this afternoon worrying about this class. We just started freaking out about how much work, studying and so on, and most of all, worrying that we'll fail. This is the class that many fail. We're apsolutely terrified.

So this happened, then the scrapbooking she-bitch happened. Add to that stressing all day about the mutliple tests we are already looking at in the next week, homework, and all the self-absorbed, loud-mouthed, sadistic, cruel classmates, and you have a Cheese with a headache and a foul mood.

The school day finally is over. Phew. Not.

I'm finally out of there, but first I have to go to Barnes & Nobles to get a book for school that the school bookstore didn't carry. This part of the trip wasn't unbearable, but it was 100 fucking degrees out. I had to drive all the way across freaking Shreveport to get there. It was most uncomfortable and sweaty. I get to the bookstore, locate and purchase the book without difficulty, and leave. I can finally go get my baby boy! I drive all the way across Shreveport and alllllll the way to Bossier, heading towards Haughton, all on on I-20. I get practically a hop, skip, and a fart from my exit, and BAM! Total and complete traffic standstill. In 100 degree weather. Fuck.that.shit.

At this point I'm trying to frantically call Travis, my mom, anyone because I'm crying, frustrated and have to keep myself from leaping out of my car and into oncoming traffic on the other side of the 20. This day cannot get any worse, right? You'd be wrong.

I finally get my aunt on the phone and she allows me vent, scream, cry, and bitch, all the while giving me encouragement. I lurve that woman. I got it all out and felt marginally better. That's a lot with how my day went today. When I first got her on the phone, I had turned around to go back the other way on the interstate(using that little strip of dirt that cops use to sit and wait for its prey) because I was not going to sit and fry for 3 hours waiting on traffic. I don't even know if there was an accident or anything, just that it was a complete jam. Suddenly I realize that I'm still on I-20 and back in Shreveport. In all my crying and whining, I failed to exit off the interstate. I have another little temper tantrum over this. You can't blame me, it's 100 degrees, I'm thoroughly sick of driving, and I'm already upset. I turn around and head back. I get off the interstate and use another one of the routes to get to daycare. I manage to get behind every slow old fuck that's been born since 1900. I have that kind of luck. Suddenly, yet again, I find that I have passed my turnoff. YET AGAIN, I turn around and get back on track. Finally, I arrive.

I walk to her door, thinking only about how just one smile from my love can make this day better. One thing did go right today. I got smiles, hugs, and big slobbery kisses. This, my friends, is Cheese heaven. My son melts my heart.

That was my day today. I have homework to do and tests to study for, but in the end, Maddox heals all. I'm still tired and crabby, but just looking at him eases most of my tension. He makes me realize that even though having a baby in the middle of college may not be ideal, he was most definitely worth it. Best decision I ever made.

Gonna go me a little more lovin' before I start my school work.

Soothed by slobber and gummy,two-toothed smiles,
Cheese