Despite the shitty road conditions this morning, I had to go to class. Peh. Also, a friend of mine is going to pay for an awesome sushi lunch for another friend and I. So overall, worth the trip.
I walk the temporary annoying distance to my car. (I have to park at the police station near my house because my car can't get through the snow and ice on my driveway. Annoying, yes. But I've got a place to park my car. It only really sucks when I have to carry my and my friend's bowling equipment.)
I get about halfway through clearing the snow and ice off my car when my ice scraper breaks. It's not completely useless now, it just takes longer. Whatev.
I drive through the not-very-well cleared roads. Mildly irritating, but at least nobody was being a jerk.
Despite the roads, I arrive at campus about twenty minutes before the student lounge opens. So I trudge through the snow again to get some awesome coffee. I even got the coffee at a bit of a discount, because the clerk and I are like totally BFFs. Very nice. Very tasty coffee too. So, happy.
I get to the lounge, and hang around for until it's time to walk to my class. Since I had my laptop, it's not bad at all. For some reason, the "good" wireless connection is continuing to refuse to let me log on, so I get stuck on the slow connection. Eh, it's ok. I was one of three people on it, so it really wasn't too bad.
Time to go to class! I schlep up the steep icy hill, and up the multiple flights of steps to my class. Only sucks because my knees really hate stairs.
I arrive at class, sign in, and my professor tells us we're not going to have class today. We were supposed to have a test, but what with all the hubbub with the snow last week, he was hardly able to get any of his own work done, so he decides that us students probably had just as hard a time doing any actual work or studying. Mildly infuriating, because that was my only class today, and I would have shown up later to meet my friends for lunch had I known we didn't have class. But I guess I got credit for attending, since we had to sign in and all.
I call my friend to tell him I got out of class early, and he tells me that he's not coming out for lunch. Grr.
So I go back to the lounge to find my friend who is supposed to help me coordinate the video game tournament I'm running for my club. It has to be postponed for a while because it turns out I and another officer in the club are going to be going out of town while everything is going to be happening. Since most of the equipment is mine, and I am NOT willing to leave it with someone else (I doubt anyone else would be willing to take it anyways), I'm just going to push the date forward a few weeks.
But, of course, the guy is nowhere to be found.
So I head back over to the parking lot so I can get my car and go home. There's nothing else keeping me on campus, so hell, I might as well go home.
Turns out some jerk has decided to improvise a parking space five feet behind my car. And someone else is waiting to get my parking spot. She, at least, is patient with my efforts to get my car out of there. I finally manage to get my car out with maybe an inch of space to spare before hitting the douchebag's car (but at that point, I wasn't certain just how much I cared. That "spot" where he parked is blocked off for a reason. It makes getting out of the REAL parking spots along the wall a real pain in the ass.)
So I get to driving home. It's fairly uneventful until some guy decides to run a stop sign and nearly smashes into me.
I get to the hill that's about five minutes from my house. Cool beans. Almost home! And then some fellow decides to get onto the wrong side of the road to pass me because apparently, going 25 when the speed limit is 25 (and the roads are shit) isnt' fast enough. But of course, when he does that, some oncoming traffic driving on the proper side of the road comes along, and the guy who thinks he's in the UK has to freak back over to my lane. But he hasn't managed to pass me yet. Still, he jams back over. I'd scoot to my right into the shoulder, or y'know, brake, but I can't. There is no shoulder because there's four feet of snow piled in it, and I've got someone else right behind me.
Somehow, he managed not to kill me.
A few minutes later, I'm on the home stretch. And all this time, I've been driving with my window open because my windows like to fog up, and my defroster doesn't work well enough for my liking. No big deal, I don't get cold very easily. It's almost never a problem unless it's raining very hard.
Today, it turned out to be a problem when someone speeds through a huge puddle of muddy slush, getting it alllll over me and the interior of my car.
I make it to the parking lot of the police station. Walk up the first hill, and across the access road to the back of my driveway.
Somehow, I managed to make it into my house without killing myself.
I think I might rage.