I appologize in advance for the many spelling mistakes that this post will no doubt have.
Yesterday in my blog you would have found out about my lovely meeting that was suppose to be today with the even more lovely Dr. McOuat. I was very excited if you recall correctly.
When I woke up this morning I had a bad feeling. Was it because I slept through my first two alarms and missed my shower? Partly. I also decided that there must be bad traffic and there was. But the horror continued when I got to school.
I didn't do my reading last night so I did it before lecture, no problems. I lost at roll up the rim, again but typical. Lecture was fantastic. Everything was going well.
But then I went to Dr. McOuat's office and he was talking to someone else. Nbd. He'll be done soon? No. I hid around the corner while my friend Ava tried to convince me to go knock on the now shut door. Heart breaking? Yes. Devestating? Yes. Dreams dashed? Yes.
What am I going to do? Write a very nice letter apologizing for being a coward. This happens all the time. The letter writing that is.
Then I went to the ward room to eat lunch and no one was there so I ate alone in a hallway. I'm really cool.
