Man. That Sucked.
Since I haven't posted in a while, I think I'll throw in a little update. First, I'll start with how things are going. They're good. School is starting to irritate me, but that's okay, since it's getting warmer and I can bike again. Plus, being with Kelan again makes me so incredibly happy that I like school sometimes. I can't think of any other thing that could make me more joyous.
Okay. Story time. So Mrs. Hill told me to take my tenor to Herter's, in Bay City. Since I continually break it, how could I say no? I looked online for Herter's on Mapquest. I found the repair center, which was listed as 1220 N. Sheridan, near the intersection of N. Sheridan and Second. After school, I skipped the sax ensemble to go to Herter's. After traveling, and successfully getting into Bay City, I go to N. Sheridan and Second. I saw: A school, houses and a large building on the intersection of N. Sheridan and First with "For Sale" on the front. My "Oh-Shit" alarm went off in my head, so I parked in St. Joseph's Parish a couple blocks away so I could call my mother, who lives in Bay City. She directed me to Washington street, which the Herter's Music Center was on. I parked (barely, some dumbass parked with their tires on the line next to me) and walked inside. Apparently, the repair shop was on the third floor. So i signed the paperwork and left.
I took US-10 to I-75. I stayed on I-75, planning on getting off at the M-46 Exit, on Holland Road. Unfortunately, a semi on my right blocked my path of vision, so by the time the exit came up, I had passed it. This meant that I had to wait until the next exit: Bridgeport! In Bridgeport, I thought I had turned around to go Northbound on I-75. Just Kidding! I'm still going southbound. And, since everywhere around there is hick country, I had to wait until Birch Run to get gas and turn around. Yes, my friends. Birch. Friggin'. Run.
Now incredibly pissed, I turn around successfully. After another while of driving, I get off on my wonderful M-46 exit. Except that I didn't know if I had to take A or B. I took A. And that was in the wrong direction. So I turned around at the Delphi plant. And hit almost every red light on the way home.
And now, I get to do various assignments. I don't expect to be done for a while. I need sympathy. Peace.
Okay. Story time. So Mrs. Hill told me to take my tenor to Herter's, in Bay City. Since I continually break it, how could I say no? I looked online for Herter's on Mapquest. I found the repair center, which was listed as 1220 N. Sheridan, near the intersection of N. Sheridan and Second. After school, I skipped the sax ensemble to go to Herter's. After traveling, and successfully getting into Bay City, I go to N. Sheridan and Second. I saw: A school, houses and a large building on the intersection of N. Sheridan and First with "For Sale" on the front. My "Oh-Shit" alarm went off in my head, so I parked in St. Joseph's Parish a couple blocks away so I could call my mother, who lives in Bay City. She directed me to Washington street, which the Herter's Music Center was on. I parked (barely, some dumbass parked with their tires on the line next to me) and walked inside. Apparently, the repair shop was on the third floor. So i signed the paperwork and left.
I took US-10 to I-75. I stayed on I-75, planning on getting off at the M-46 Exit, on Holland Road. Unfortunately, a semi on my right blocked my path of vision, so by the time the exit came up, I had passed it. This meant that I had to wait until the next exit: Bridgeport! In Bridgeport, I thought I had turned around to go Northbound on I-75. Just Kidding! I'm still going southbound. And, since everywhere around there is hick country, I had to wait until Birch Run to get gas and turn around. Yes, my friends. Birch. Friggin'. Run.
Now incredibly pissed, I turn around successfully. After another while of driving, I get off on my wonderful M-46 exit. Except that I didn't know if I had to take A or B. I took A. And that was in the wrong direction. So I turned around at the Delphi plant. And hit almost every red light on the way home.
And now, I get to do various assignments. I don't expect to be done for a while. I need sympathy. Peace.