Finals

I had an Econ final at seven-thirty this morning. Determined not to miss it (like I have my last three seven-thirty classes. And my last nine o'clock class. And like I should have my last ten-thirty class), I set my alarm for five-forty-six. After getting out of bed at five-fifty-eight, I showered and got ready to leave for school. My plan was to leave at about six-fifty, giving me forty minutes to get to school. I left at about six-fifty-five. Thirty-five minutes left. That should be plenty. I've made it there in twenty before.

Everything was fine until I passed Gilbert on the two-oh-two. Then, just as I entered the three mile stretch where there is no exit, the traffic inexplicably congealed into a solid mass. Luckily, I typically travel well below the speed limit to save gasoline, so I didn't have to stop. Once I got past that mess, I was still making fairly good time. But then about Alma School, the same thing happened again.

I was stupid. Forgive me. I got off the freeway. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Three hundred times stupider than riding a bicycle from Tempe to my house. (And yes, I only included that to increase the number of numbers I put in this post.)

I got on Eighth Street going west. I have no idea why. What was wrong with University? Why did I choose to go on a road with a thirty-five mile per hour speed limit? And CONSTRUCTION? And a truck that drove through the construction on Rio Salado Parkway and then decided to turn around THROUGH THE CONSTRUCTION? THROUGH THE CONSTRUCTION! WITH A TRAILER!

Needless to say, I was pretty peeved when I got to the parking garage at seven-twenty-nine by the three-minute-behind clock in my car. I parked quickly, realized I wasn't between the lines, backed out, and parked somewhere else with no cars within five spaces of me. Then I ran to the business building to take my test. About twenty yards away from the entrance I realized that I had remembered to bring an extra eraser, but no paper. Oh well, I would just write on the test paper.

So I did. The test wasn't bad, though I did momentarily forget how to find a competitive equilibrium when the government spends a variable amount. The fact that I probably don't need to get above a fifty percent didn't hurt, either. When I gave the test to the teacher, indicating that I had forgotten to bring paper, she shrugged and gave that little "whatever" frown.

Then I went over to the music building to return my candle to Doc. I left it on the top of the name placard outside his office. I was surprised it balanced. I walked back to the Institute parking, grabbing a newspaper on the way, and realizing that it was a really, really lame collection of fake stories. They weren't even funny, most of them. I got to my truck, and noticed something really awesome. There were cars all around me, except in the parking spot directly behind me. I could back straight up into that stall and then just drive out. So I did. I drove home without incident.

Happy now, Leah?