So You Had A Bad Day...

Mine was worse

I left my Aunt's house in Virginia at 8am to head for the University of Maryland at 1030. Along with about 30 other teenagers, I embarked on an amazing information session that would taking boring to new heights. The hour long adventure was followed by a 90 minute walking tour in sub freezing temperatures. Don't get me wrong, the campus is beautiful under three feet of snow...just try telling my feet that. Okay so all this was supposed to wet my appetite for the university before I met with an admissions counselor about my decision, they might as well have put cough syrup on my palate and watch me suffer. After enduring over two and a half hours of lover banter my meeting with the counselor was met with, "Congratulations, you have been accepted to the Spring 2011 semester"
Umm say again?
Well turns out that Maryland receives over 25,000 applications and admits only 4,000. Instead of creating a wait list for those who are capable of being at the university they admit them a semester late. No worries though, if chosen to go to school on time in the fall, they will let you know by the end of June. The deadline for regular decision is May 1st....
Needless to say I was underwhelmed by my late decision which I believe to be the result of my lost transcript and recommendation on the part of the University not relieving them from my school.
While I was bummed, I knew the day could not get any worse.

I was wrong.

I spent the day sleeping in because I was not feeling too well. I was awoken by my family who asked me to go to the mall with them. While I had no intention of being anything, I figured I would spend some quality time with them.
So I had a nice time window shopping with my cousin and we decided to relax and sit down for a little while our mom's had their share. In this time a complete stranger walks up to my little cousin and I asking for gas money. I informed her I did not have any while my cousin gave her a dollar. She then proceeded to sit next to me and talk on the phone. Apparently she wanted to hook up with a guy and promised to call him a cab (as she suddenly had money). In addition, she said her friend would be giving her a ride to see him. While she is completeing this phone call, she begins to open and handle my cookie cake. A COMPLETE STRANGER WAS TOUCHING MY FOOD. At the end of her call she then proceeded to ask if either of us could give her a ride. Once we said no she continued to handle my cake before asking to have it. I obliged in hopes of getting her to leave. To my continued astonishment, she picked up the cake and went from one person to the next asking for money and rides.
During this traumatic experience I had been playing with my Ipod and believed to have put it away once she left. After describing what had just occured to our mothers, I checked my pants to make sure I had everything, and of course my Ipod was gone. Our search went unwarranted and I went home emptyhanded and mortified.
I tried to put away the fact that I had just had a really bad day and promised to help my aunt put some workout equipment on craigslist. I spent over an hour organizing and listing the equipment which totaled over forty items. I then took pictures with my kodak and attempted to upload them to the same computer I am typing from now...it did not work.

I plan to spend the rest of this day watching ESPN and sleeping, nothing else seems to be going right.

-Wonder Boy