Today was one of those days — the kind you know will be one continuous struggle before you even get out of bed. I awoke, not to the cheery sunlight streaming through my window as I usually do, but to the sound of shrieking across the hall.
My neighbors were fighting. Again. On a different day at a different hour, this may have mildly entertained me, since their arguments frequently feature name-calling, door slamming and plenty of other immature antics that make them practically worthy of daytime television. (One of their most memorable fights resulted in them dividing their room in half using a line of duct tape — a solution I’m pretty sure they stole directly from “Full House.”)
After spending a few moments listening to the cast of the Young and the Obnoxious, I plodded down the hall to take a refreshing shower and was greeted by a sign that read “No Hot Water until 12.” Fabulous.
Then came my Spanish final. Although Español is typically one of my best subjects, this test was literally impossible to complete. For the first question, we were asked to look at a map and then write a paragraph explaining how to get from the grocery store to the library. This should have been a simple question except for one small detail: there was no library on the map...