blizzardy.
yo.
i was planning on driving home from school today in order to see a play at my old high school... even with the five, count 'em, five phone calls from my mom telling me that i would probably die if i attempted it.
i did go home. i did see the play. i didn't die. all good things, i would say.
the play was entertaining, although i needed directions to the school from brookfield because, i like to claim, i never had to drive there from brookfield, only waukesha. sort of valid, but sort of just one of my many excuses for being mentally incapable of knowing where i am or how to get anywhere almost ever. after all, i am the one that circled the library three times when i was freshman before calling my roomate in a panic asking why the library wouldn't let me out of its orbit...
before the play started a woman asked me if i knew where the bathroom was in the high school and i could only think of three bathrooms in the entire school, let alone the one people use near the auditorium. someone said, "didn't you go here four years?" yep... perhaps i blocked it out. however, once someone directed me to the closest bathroom, memories flooded back of handfuls of girls reapplying eye liner during bathroom breaks from religion classes. ah, those were the days.
so i made it back, pumping my brakes, driving 12.2 miles per hour and sort of guessing as to what streets i used to take home when i was in high school.
do you ever have certain memories that no matter what you do, particular circumstances trigger them without fail? all i could think about was a day in grade school when i took the bus home. there was a huge snow storm at the time, and the bus driver asked me for the quickest route to get everyone home. by everyone, by the way, she meant the three stops left. a girl who was probably two years younger than me started spouting out directions while i sat there terrified i would forget what street i lived on. i told the bus driver to turn left before she usually turned. the little girl rolled her eyes, shook her head, and pleaded with the bus driver not to listen to me.
i took the bus driver of a long bus up a very steep, very winding hill. in a snow storm.
she got stuck. my neighbor and i called his mom and all three stops that were left on the bus got a ride home, thus stranding the poor bus driver on the hill that was actually the wrong turn to take in the first place and consequently undeniably ruining her day, not to mention probably forcing her to hate me. i hope even though i tend to recollect the incident everytime i drive in blizzardy snow that she has long since forgotten it, because i still feel badly about it.
stay inside. or get a gps. both would be viable options that i am unable to take advantage of.
i hope i don't strand myself on the way to work tomorrow. fjkdlsat;jk