NOTE: Don’t read this if you find my complaining annoying or unpleasant.
Since when did my morning walk to class involve a tropical storm? Typically, rain and I are good friends. I love that he feeds the earth and makes everything green and beautiful. I love that when he visits, he brings lovely clouds and wind with him. Sometimes, we even dance together and it’s quite lovely. But on my walk to class, bright and early, and my obvious lack of preparation; let’s just say that rain and I aren’t really on speaking terms. Miserable. Why didn’t I buy a pair of cute rainboots all those times I considered? And why didn’t a purchase that raincoat? Oh yeah, because I live in TEXAS where those things are almost never necessary. That was my impression yesterday when I realized I didn’t own an umbrella. Fail. I bought a dinky one in the bookstore that was, of course, no match for Hermine. That’s the storm’s name. LAME. It’s not acceptable that you get soaked on your way to class to have to climb over people to find a seat in a crowded lecture hall and sit in your gross wetness, elbow to elbow with your neighbor, to have to race out because you have seven minutes to walk across campus to your next class because it’s raining too hard to safely ride a bicycle through a sea of umbrella bearing students. Unacceptable!