There is a surprise at the bottom...
Man, I am having such a terrible day today. It all started out in physics class, when Mowat mentioned a huge assignment that was due yesterday that I got a zero on because I was helping some people move until 11ish last night. Then, I totally flunked the test in Calculus 3. It had to have been the hardest thing I have ever taken.
After that, I had to turn in this application for the RISE program which was due today, but I had no idea where to turn it in so I eventually just gave up and accepted the fact that despite all my work preparing the application, I will be unable to attend the program. As I drove home from NCSU, I hit every single red light in Raleigh and every single grandmother in North Carolina pulled out in front of me and went 15mph.
I was late, so I had to skip lunch and starve. I finally got to Leesville, and Mr. Albert was there being his usual egotistical, crabby self. I wish I was never in band. After that was over, I got home and in the mailbox there were rejection letters from Duke, Bucknell, and the Honors program at NC State. What a bummer! Then, to top it all off, I asked a girl out to prom and got rejected.
Man, I just hate myself and I hate the world and I hate my whole life. I'm gonna go listen to some sad music now, and cry softly to myself as I realize that I am a ship with no steam, lost out on the open ocean, and that nobody even cares.
None of the above stuff happened. As a matter of fact, the exact and polar opposite of nearly everything in this post up to this point really happened to me today. To be quite honest, the only reason I am even bothering to mention these boring personal details of my daily life is because the sheer quantity and magnitude of good stuff that has happened to me today really astonished me.
Here's the REAL story. And this time I promise it's not an April Fools joke.
First, I get into Mowat's class and hear that the WebAssign that I definitely didn't even know about because I was helping my friends move all night last night is postponed until Sunday. Then, I get into Calc 3 and totally own the test on finding mass and volume of regions, despite having done zero studying. I just sort of magically remembered everything.
After class, I have to turn in an application for this research program at NCSU that I am applying to. It's due today (April 1st) and I had not put it in the mail yet; thus, I decided to take it directly to the building it was meant to go to. Unfortunately, I am very stressed out because this building could be any one on the NCSU campus... the only things I have are a woman's name (the director of the program) and a P.O. box number. So I figure out how to look this woman up on an NCSU library computer, and find out that she works in Research IV (wherever that is). Then, I search for Research IV and find out it's on Centennial Campus. Then, I MapQuest the address and find out how to get there. I drive over (only took ~5mins) and park (illegally) and go into this Research IV building. It's a just research building, so it's kind of like an office building in that there's no reception desk or anything. I wander around aimlessly and hopelessly for a few minutes until I miraculously run into a door that says "Mail Room". I open the unlocked door, and the correct P.O. box is right there in front of me, with a label beneath it for the office with which it is associated. Lucky me, that office is right next door. I take the application over and a lady promises to submit it right there. This might not seem weird, but consider the string of good luck I had to successfully deliver this thing: getting useful info from a computer, the Research IV building being right there, me finding the building, the building being unlocked and unguarded, me finding the mailroom, the mailroom being unlocked, me finding the label with the office name, the office being open, there being somebody in that office, that somebody knowing the director of the program. A lot of luck.
On the way home I get all the green lights and every slow person turns out of my path.
Then, when I get to band, Mr. Albert's gone and Ms. Kurosawa (student teacher) doesn't know how to fill up 90 minutes of instructional time, so we pretty much work 30 minutes and then screw around. Literally. Well, not literally. But we did waste time.
Then, I get home and there's mail in the box from Duke, Bucknell, and NC State. I'm accepted to Duke (YES!!!!!!!) and Bucknell, as well as admitted to the University Honors Program at NCSU. I was already admitted to the Scholars Program from before. Then I ask a girl to prom and she says sure.
In conclusion, the evidence supports my thesis that April 1, 2005 has been one of the best days of my life. So good that it's creepy how good it is. If not for Terry Schiavo dying (well, she was about to die soon anyway) and the Pope being so sick, this day would have been perfect. As it stands, it's been grand enough (combined with it being April Fools' Day) for me to make 3 posts in 1 week for the first time ever.
EDIT: did anybody else notice LiveJournal's little prank? The "Update Journal" button moves away from your cursor and changes to say "Processing Whining" after you click it. How appropriate ;)