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So, been over a week since an update. Ah well. Such is the life.
Yeah, last Tuesday was horrible. Went to an all-day teacher's workshop/in-service at Mt. Abram HS, which is, for the record, in the literal middle of nowhere. It is literally ON Mt. Abram. Lots of trees. And fields. And I drove through a valley! A valley. Where I could look about, and see mountains on four sides. Quite interesting.
And left early, despite how absolutely *enthralling* the talks about special ed requirements and regulations were... >.< because I had seminar at 2. So, at 1, I was driving through Strong, and I heard "crash! THUD! flapflapflapflapflap" and my car starts jerking about...
Flat Tire.
WOO! >_< My hubcap is gone forever, methinks, which is fine, if not aesthetically pleasing. And the tire? HA. Yeah, she blew right up. So, I'm on the side of the road in Strong, ME, aka the BOONIES, and there is less than zero cell phone service, so my AAA membership is null and void.
The best part? My trunk has been broken since last October and the only way in is to crawl through the itsy-bitsy hole behind the back seat, which has to be unscrewed and removed before you can get to it.
Luckily, two girls also heading to seminar were (oddly enough) in the car behind me. They pull over and we attempt to get into the trunk. Of course, there are the obligatory "is your trunk really broken? your keys won't work? you don't have a button to open it from the inside?" NO, I don't, and YES it is. Broken.
So, we take apart the backseat, and one of them tries to crawl through, but can't unlatch it. She manages to (wedged between the iron bars, of course) get the spare up and out of its spot, under the trunk floor, and gets the jack out into the backseat. So, we're kind of happy.
Until the spare won't fit through the backseat. Only way that would happen would be if we permanently damaged my backseat to the point that no one would sit there. And three twenty-something girls couldn't do that, anyway.
So my only choice is to drive with them the 20 minutes back to Farmington... leaving my car abandoned on the side of the road in Strong.
I get back to the dorm, flipping out, of course, and run into Tina, Katharine and Jenna, my friends. Tina tells me I can NOT miss seminar, which I know, but that they would understand if I did miss it. Katharine takes the keys out of my hands, asks where the car is, and she and Jenna tell me they will go and fix my flat tire, and if that doesn't work, they will call a tow and wait for it for me.
I have great friends.
So Tina calmed me down enough to go to Seminar, where I freaked about the amount of work our supervisor laid on us, and Katharine and Jenna went to get my car.
They did it! Katharine climbed into the trunk and kicked it open, pretty much, they changed the tire, and she drove it back.
Where did she put the damaged tire? In the trunk. Which she shut. >.< Ah well, she saved my car.
So, I had to get a ride for two days, which was fine, and she was very nice. She's student teaching on the other end of the building, with the 7/8th graders. But she didn't want to keep carpooling. Ah well.
Thursday I got a new tire. Phew. But they had to bust into the trunk, and that meant taking the lock OFF, from the inside.
On the upside, I know can open my trunk with a screwdriver.
On the downside, so can Joe Schmoe with a screwdriver.
But we have established that it is mighty hard to get into that trunk from the car, so the reverse ought to be true, as well.
Oi.
And now my printer refuses to work. What the heck is a cartridge jam, anyway? >_
Yeah, last Tuesday was horrible. Went to an all-day teacher's workshop/in-service at Mt. Abram HS, which is, for the record, in the literal middle of nowhere. It is literally ON Mt. Abram. Lots of trees. And fields. And I drove through a valley! A valley. Where I could look about, and see mountains on four sides. Quite interesting.
And left early, despite how absolutely *enthralling* the talks about special ed requirements and regulations were... >.< because I had seminar at 2. So, at 1, I was driving through Strong, and I heard "crash! THUD! flapflapflapflapflap" and my car starts jerking about...
Flat Tire.
WOO! >_< My hubcap is gone forever, methinks, which is fine, if not aesthetically pleasing. And the tire? HA. Yeah, she blew right up. So, I'm on the side of the road in Strong, ME, aka the BOONIES, and there is less than zero cell phone service, so my AAA membership is null and void.
The best part? My trunk has been broken since last October and the only way in is to crawl through the itsy-bitsy hole behind the back seat, which has to be unscrewed and removed before you can get to it.
Luckily, two girls also heading to seminar were (oddly enough) in the car behind me. They pull over and we attempt to get into the trunk. Of course, there are the obligatory "is your trunk really broken? your keys won't work? you don't have a button to open it from the inside?" NO, I don't, and YES it is. Broken.
So, we take apart the backseat, and one of them tries to crawl through, but can't unlatch it. She manages to (wedged between the iron bars, of course) get the spare up and out of its spot, under the trunk floor, and gets the jack out into the backseat. So, we're kind of happy.
Until the spare won't fit through the backseat. Only way that would happen would be if we permanently damaged my backseat to the point that no one would sit there. And three twenty-something girls couldn't do that, anyway.
So my only choice is to drive with them the 20 minutes back to Farmington... leaving my car abandoned on the side of the road in Strong.
I get back to the dorm, flipping out, of course, and run into Tina, Katharine and Jenna, my friends. Tina tells me I can NOT miss seminar, which I know, but that they would understand if I did miss it. Katharine takes the keys out of my hands, asks where the car is, and she and Jenna tell me they will go and fix my flat tire, and if that doesn't work, they will call a tow and wait for it for me.
I have great friends.
So Tina calmed me down enough to go to Seminar, where I freaked about the amount of work our supervisor laid on us, and Katharine and Jenna went to get my car.
They did it! Katharine climbed into the trunk and kicked it open, pretty much, they changed the tire, and she drove it back.
Where did she put the damaged tire? In the trunk. Which she shut. >.< Ah well, she saved my car.
So, I had to get a ride for two days, which was fine, and she was very nice. She's student teaching on the other end of the building, with the 7/8th graders. But she didn't want to keep carpooling. Ah well.
Thursday I got a new tire. Phew. But they had to bust into the trunk, and that meant taking the lock OFF, from the inside.
On the upside, I know can open my trunk with a screwdriver.
On the downside, so can Joe Schmoe with a screwdriver.
But we have established that it is mighty hard to get into that trunk from the car, so the reverse ought to be true, as well.
Oi.
And now my printer refuses to work. What the heck is a cartridge jam, anyway? >_
