it’s the Day that Could Go Either Way. could be good; could be bad. I knew when I woke up that the rest of the day would hinge on my first simple decision: get out of bed to the right, or to the left? everything after that would fall like dominos. for no particular reason, I chose “closet-side”.
so when I discovered that my car battery was dead, I cursed, kicked at the air, and promised to try getting out of bed on the “laundry hamper” side tomorrow.
it didn’t stop there. I managed to get a jump from a kind neighbor, so I was finally able to get to school. but then I burned my mouth by testing my coffee too early (I mistakenly ordered Core of the Sun flavored brew), and I’m still reeling from a bad grade I got on a midterm. I didn’t even win anything in the roll-up-the-rim contest, which cecilia seems to be so good at.
when I got home, I sat at my desk and fell into a bit of a funk over that bad grade. okay, all kidding aside, I’m not a stupid person, and this should have been an easy A for me. so maybe it is all about fate. how else can I explain the fact that I studied my ass off for that test and walked away with a C? should I have grown a playoff beard? should I have worn the same socks through all my exams? should I buy a rabbit’s foot? should I catalog how well or shitty my day goes for a few weeks and see if there’s any relation to the side of bed I use, because I sure as hell can’t study any more than I already am.
and then lisa called (she’s a cure-all) and I remembered that it’s the Day that Could Go Either Way. could be good; could be bad. after all, my car hit 55,555.5 miles today, so I knew the cosmic balancing act of fate was still out there somewhere.
so I checked the mail...
and got into Albany Law School.
2 years ago