After my first class, I chose to drive my car over to a lot near to my next class instead of walking eleven minutes through the middle of campus. This was risky because I didn't know the time it would take to get there (this class takes attendance- if you are late, you are absent). I got to the parking lot, and found a spot just as I saw the shuttle I needed driving on the road. I parked as fast as I could, grabbed my backpack, and sprinted with all my might to the shuttle that had just parked, only to realize my pants were unzipped. But, I couldn't be late, so I kept running. Luckily there was an old lady who was crossing the street, so the bus couldn't go anywhere. I got to the bus just before it left, and the driver looked at me and laughed to himself, I assume because of my pants. Embarrassed for having looked like a fool for running, and because my zipper was down, I boarded and sat down. I made it to class just as it started, so I wasn't late. I took my seat, and went to pull out my paper that I had worked on the night before for a few hours that was due. It wasn't in my folder--I had left it on the printer. Rats! Luckily, I found that only the rough draft was due, and we would only be peer reviewing them in class, instead of turning them in for a grade. I, as well as a few other students who had the papers on their computers, exchanged computers, and class went smoothly from there.
In my next class, I was terrified to see my grade on the midterm we took last week. I studied hard, but I didn't feel good about it at all after. The teacher handed back my test, and it said 89/100! Better yet, he graded on a "curve" so he added 10 points to everyone's test. My final grade: 99/100! That was so relieving! The test counts for 30% of my final grade, so that is a huge help.
On the way home, I was driving on Foothill Drive, which has a speed limit of 40. I was going 46 when I passed a cop who was sitting on the shoulder. After I passed him, he turned on his lights and sped up on the road. Feeling the burn of adrenaline and fright, I pulled over. The cop sped past me and turned up a street further along Foothill. Whew.
On the freeway, the wind was extremely heavy with the passing cold front. I had been facing a headwind the whole way home, and trying to keep my poor light little truck straight on the road. I constantly had to adjust with the changing wind direction and speed. Almost hit a car in the right lane once, despite having the steering wheel turning left. I never was able to go faster than 64mph the entire way past Sandy. That was interesting Upon exiting, I had to accelerate down the offramp. Didn't really even need my brakes until the last 200 feet or so.
This could have been a bad, bad day, but it ended up being a pretty good day overall!