Talk about rain.
Damn. I trudged through enough rain yesterday to last for the rest of my life.
Honestly there is only one word for yesterday. MONSOON.
I had no choice but to go to my class that was a 3/4 of a mile walk across campus. I had to turn in my final portfolio for my english class or I never would have left my bed all day. NEVER.
What would normally have been a 15 minute walk turned into a solid 25 minutes into the sideways rain and wind. Yes, sideways rain. And near hurricane force winds. Anyone who goes to this school knows that when the forecast here says "windy" its damn near hurricane strength. Every normal day is abnormally windy here. So a forecasted windy day means you need to gear up for a hurricane. And make sure your hair is tied back.
So upon finally making it to class I dropped my backpack off in the classroom and went to the bathroom. No no kiddos. I did not have to pee. I had to ring my pants out over the toilet...
Yes. You read that correctly. I had to take my rain boots off in the bathroom (which mind you, were filled with water and my socks were drenched), and then take off my yoga pants, and ring them out like a friggen wash cloth over the toilet. My underwear were also soaked. It was literally like I just went for a swim in the lake on the way to class.
Apparently I missed the memo that 2 hoods, a rain coat, rain boots, and an umbrella are not sufficient here. Cool.
So I get back in the classroom. We're all soaked. Somehow I managed to be soaked front and back. Most people were only soaked on the front or the back, depending on which direction they walked to class.
So for an hour I sat there as my teacher expected us to rewrite her entire syllabus while feeling like I had a wet bathing suit on. My most favorite feeling ever.
HA. Not. Nothing I hate worse than sitting in a wet bathing suit.
Well maybe not NOTHING. But pretty close.
So class ends. Walk back to my room. Change. Study for a little. Then venture out to get dinner...
Soaked pair of pants number 2. Along with soaked sweatshirt and soaked Uggs. Since I couldn't wear the rain boots again because they were filled with water. SO now I have to change again. And mind you, the walk from my room to the grab and go place...about 500 feet.
Soaked pair of pants number 3, yes THREE, came from walking across the street and back from my statistics exam. Would have been nice to do well on the exam. But no.
So to wrap up my day yesterday...
1. Aaron left for west pac.
2. It monsooned outside all day.
3. I swam to class, oh wait. No, I walked to class but LOOKED like I swam.
4. I soaked 3 pairs of pants, a sweatshirt, and my rain boots. How water got inside my rain boots its just beyond me.
5. My umbrella broke. OH YEAH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ONE. (After getting blown inside out about 5 times one of the wires finally snapped.)
6. My stats professor decided to make the test harder to read than to actually do the problems. God! She worded everything SO confusingly! I'm not the only one who said that...
7. I got back to my room after class and my stats book was completely soaked and ruined. It was INSIDE my backpack. So the rain managed to seep inside my backpack and ruin my 100 dollar book.
......I really just can't believe the rain yesterday. Worst weather I've EVER had to walk in. EVER.
We're not even going to talk about the words and phrases that came out of my mouth during those walks yesterday.
"This blows." - Me. One of the nicer phrases that I uttered yesterday.
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