Midterm today... well, he calls it a quiz but it's pretty much a midterm. 
This isn't the first time that I've taken a midterm that I wasn't completely ready for. I woke up at 10 and made breakfast and then went to school to finish writing up my cheat sheet. I parked in the bottom level of the Social Science Parking Structure and treked my way to the Social Science plaza where I studied for an hour or so before realizing that I printed out the wrong papers. To the lab! I finished up my studying in the lab for another hour or so of mild concentration before I went and failed my midterm. The good news is that no one seemed to know what the hell they were doing.
If you've ever been in an engineering class, you'd know that it doesn't matter how well you do. The question is, "How well is everyone else doing?" Hopefully there is a nasty curve on this. I'm pretty sure I got something like 40/100. I kind of ran out of time. This isn't the deja vu experience though....
After finishing the midterm, with my head hung down low I walked slowly to my car. Down the stairs to the bottom floor of the structure. I stopped a moment to tie my shoe before continuing to my car in the corner where I noticed something peculiar. There was a Trader Joe's bag pinned between my window and the door, meaning someone had rolled my window down (I have power windows by the way), put the bag in between and rolled the window up. Confused, I approached the car and reached down for the handle.
As I pulled handle towards my body everything I feared came true when I heard the click of the door open. I hadn't unlocked it, someone else had. It's been less than a year since my car was stolen and suddenly all of the emotions were rushing back to me. Inside? Everything turned over. I quickly assessed the losses.
Headunit, gone. Broadway mirror, gone. My ID card, gone. "Ok," I said to myself, "this sucks..." I began to reach for my keys to start the car and go home when I realized that yesterday I had taken pictures at school and left my tripod inside my trunk. I looked down and noticed the still damaged trunk release (yeah, Honda World didn't fix it :rolleyes ) in the up position. I opened my trunk and... tripod, gone... bowling shoes, gone.
I guess the complacency couldn't last forever. I know they're only material posessions but at the moment I couldn't care less. I can't help but to feel a little depressed. 
I hate my car, I hate my school, I hate everything that is going on right now. 
