Carrie's Crappy Day
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Car Trouble and Miniature Swimming Monkeys
Thursday was one of those days where you just want to throw up your hands, take a hot bubble bath, light some candles and then sleep for the rest of the day. Or maybe even forget the bubble bath- just sleep. First of all, my car broke down. It has been behaving a little funny lately, and finally, on my way to work, it decided to break down. There I was, sitting in the Winchell parking lot, and watching the minutes tick on by as I check what few things I knew to check, and franticlly calling work, my father and my car repair shop. Philip, the son of the pastor at the church I work at ended up having to come and get me and take me to work. I arrived late, and then had to teach with a substitute teacher. Thankfully, she was a very helpful sub, but it always hard to teach with someone you're not used to working with. My father had to come and get me and take me to my weekly class that, of course, met on that particular night. My dad knows me too well sometimes- he saw my distress when I got in the car and immediately offered me chocolate.
My class, however, was a breath of fresh air- well not really since we were sitting in a very confined lecture hall for most of class- but it was nice because we got to watch a movie instead of have discussion for most of the time. We are discussing Critical Prose right now, and will be writing critiques of the movie, Aguirre: The Wrath of God. I know, it sounds like a bad 1950s Judo movie, but really it was a movie about Piazzaro's search for the mythical city of El Dorado. It was weird 'cause its a German movie about Spanish people, with English subtitles. At first I really wasn't into it after the worries of my day, but then it grew on me. I don't know why- and really I couldn't have even said that I liked it until the end when I saw the TINY SWIMMING MONKEYS! That just made my day. Completly random thing to thank God for, but it really brought a smile to my heart, even if the portion of the movie that featured the monkeys was decidedly not comedic. Any movie that spends time on little furry primates swimming across a large river is good by me.
The thing about the whole day that really capped off the whole experience was finding out that my mechanic found nothing really wrong with my car, and it had started right up. At least now we are going to take care of some of the many small things that are wrong with my Jeep. The towing, oil change and diagnostic tests alone though are going to cost about $200. Ouch. Just before this I was praying about going to this conference in California about Youth Ministry, but now with these bills, I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it.
Or
Car Trouble and Miniature Swimming Monkeys
Thursday was one of those days where you just want to throw up your hands, take a hot bubble bath, light some candles and then sleep for the rest of the day. Or maybe even forget the bubble bath- just sleep. First of all, my car broke down. It has been behaving a little funny lately, and finally, on my way to work, it decided to break down. There I was, sitting in the Winchell parking lot, and watching the minutes tick on by as I check what few things I knew to check, and franticlly calling work, my father and my car repair shop. Philip, the son of the pastor at the church I work at ended up having to come and get me and take me to work. I arrived late, and then had to teach with a substitute teacher. Thankfully, she was a very helpful sub, but it always hard to teach with someone you're not used to working with. My father had to come and get me and take me to my weekly class that, of course, met on that particular night. My dad knows me too well sometimes- he saw my distress when I got in the car and immediately offered me chocolate.
My class, however, was a breath of fresh air- well not really since we were sitting in a very confined lecture hall for most of class- but it was nice because we got to watch a movie instead of have discussion for most of the time. We are discussing Critical Prose right now, and will be writing critiques of the movie, Aguirre: The Wrath of God. I know, it sounds like a bad 1950s Judo movie, but really it was a movie about Piazzaro's search for the mythical city of El Dorado. It was weird 'cause its a German movie about Spanish people, with English subtitles. At first I really wasn't into it after the worries of my day, but then it grew on me. I don't know why- and really I couldn't have even said that I liked it until the end when I saw the TINY SWIMMING MONKEYS! That just made my day. Completly random thing to thank God for, but it really brought a smile to my heart, even if the portion of the movie that featured the monkeys was decidedly not comedic. Any movie that spends time on little furry primates swimming across a large river is good by me.
The thing about the whole day that really capped off the whole experience was finding out that my mechanic found nothing really wrong with my car, and it had started right up. At least now we are going to take care of some of the many small things that are wrong with my Jeep. The towing, oil change and diagnostic tests alone though are going to cost about $200. Ouch. Just before this I was praying about going to this conference in California about Youth Ministry, but now with these bills, I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it.
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