I thought Good Samaritans only existed in that story
This morning was probably the worst morning I've had in a while. I was up until about 3 a.m. working on homework, and the first thing I had to do when I got up was go get gas, because I was dangerously close to running out yet again. Apparently, I was so excited that I had enough gas to get me to the Arco, that I locked my keys inside my car.
I have a bad habit of locking my door from the inside when I open it, and I knew in the back of my mind that I shouldn't because I would find myself in exactly this situation. I really should listen to myself more often.
This is when the Good Samaritan stepped in. Some random guy that lives in the apartments next to the gas station offered to help me, and then ran back to his place to get a hanger and a metal stick thing. What a wonderful guy. I wish there was something I could do to thank him. I bought him a Starbucks Frappuccino when he went back to his apartment for the hanger, but he wouldn't accept it. Anyway, 40 minutes later, my car was unlocked, and I was late for class.
By the time I got to my favorite class in the whole wide world, CSE 180, the basket to turn in our homework was already gone. I had stayed up late working on it for nothing. The only thing that's worse than CSE 180 homework is getting points taken off of my CSE 180 homework.
You know what class ASU needs to offer? How Not to Be a Ditz 101. I'm so sick of doing crap like this, of making really easily avoidable mistakes that makes my life overly complicated. I'm sick of being the damsel in distress, that constantly needs rescuing. My inherent ditzyness ruining the persona I want to create for myself, of the self-reliant journalist that reports on car accidents and talks to police officers. How do I stop making these mistakes?
That's something I could benefit from more than learning how to rename file folders in that darling CSE 180 class. Seriously, I want the person who decided to make that class a requirement to sit in on it for five minutes and see what he's putting the student population through. I swear, today my teacher actually said, "Internet Explorer and Windows Explorer are two different things, so if someone casually tells you, 'Go to Explorer,' you have to use the context to figure out which one he's talking about." That class makes me want to hurt people.