When it rains....

Dear Coley,

   

Let me just tell you what kind of day I had......

Well, first, on my way to school, in the rain, I almost got hit by a taxi!  Seriously, stopped in the middle of the crosswalk by a taxi..... which forced me to yell something at the driver that my mother would not approve of (I will just leave it at that, use your imagination). I mean really?!  I had the little white walking man.....and its raining...... taxi driver, dont cross me. 

Then, I took my Child Theory exam (oh, you know, just 50% of my grade) and completely bombed it!  I have not felt that inadequate, or honestly mad at the professor writing the test, since around the time of freshman Chemistry.  It is safe to say, that I have made it through two Patho exams unscathed (arguable one of the two most difficult classes in all of grad school), to get my first taste of failure, in the form of a Child Theory knuckle sandwich. Blah (I am honestly hoping I scrapped by with a C.... and you know how I feel about that).

Oh wait, I am not finished.  Then I get to finish my day, literally running four blocks in the rain, trying to chase down my bus home. I refused to stand in the rain for another 30min waiting for the next one. I caught it, thank you God (seriously) and then spent the ride to Center City catching my breath..... just in time to get off the bus and walk four more blocks....in the pouring rain.

I told David, after this day...... maybe the taxi should have just hit me!

(Just kidding my love).

Now off to eat chocolate pudding and popcorn for dinner (yes, I am doing it. When a girl doesn't have access to fried pickles after a day like that, she has to compromise).

Hoping tomorrow is better :)

Love you,

Court