This is a pretty long blog, just an FYI for ya.
I started the teaching program at ASU a week and a half ago and so far I love it! I have class all day Tuesdays and Thursday, 3 at ASU and 3 at Gilbert Elementary. Then in two weeks I'll start interning with another teacher at Gilbert and I am so excited! I am already feeling a bit overwhelmed with all of the reading and other homework, but I know its gonna be a great semester.
This past week in particular has been well, ridiculous. Maybe once I write it out it won't sound like it was that bad, but it sure felt like it at the time!
MONDAY:
Chill day, I don't have school so I decided to drive out to Phoenix to have lunch with George. Just before my exit on the freeway I see a truck a few cars in front of me start fish tailing and just as I see it and began to question what was going on...the entire tread of said trucks tire smashed into my windshield!!! I just keep hearing the noise of the glass breaking over and over again! So I was like, "OH MY GOSH!!!!" I see the truck pull over and I pull over to the same side and get out to make sure the other driver was okay. As I get closer, the driver who was probably 80 lbs overweight and wearing "daisy dukes" with a too short tank top that revealed her ever so attractive tramp stamp on her lower back was cussin' up a storm kickin her truck and throwing her key on the ground.
Let's remember we are on the side of the freeway.
Me, in my child like voice, "hey, are you okay"
White trash lady, " S**T, the tread on my tire ripped off!!!!"
Me, "Yeah, it hit my windshield..."
I begin to walk around to see the damage to her tire
W T L, "Oh, I didn't know that. Yeah it was a used tire, I shoulda known, F***"
The tire was COMPLETELY bald
Me, " Do you have a phone to call someone or a toe truck?"
WTL, " I just gotta get off to 32nd street"
Me, "well..."
WTL, "I just gotta get ta 32nd street"
WTL gets back in the truck and drives away as I stand there a bit confused while I made sure to jot down her license plate.
I get back in my car and my instinct since George is at work, is to call my dad. I tried twice and it just wouldn't connect so I decided maybe it meant I should just get to George and go from there.
I get to his work in about 3 minutes. I wait for him to come out, adrenaline still pumping through my veins. As soon as he came out and said Hi, I started freaking out. I was like almost hyper-ventilating trying to tell him what happened. I don't think he understood anything that came out of my mouth so I just pointed to the car. George is the best. He was so calm. I was just like, "oh crap what are we gonna do, I didn't even get the lady's info, I only got her license plate, I don't have time to get this fixed, I have to go to work and I have school". George just calmed me down and told me not to worry and that we would just go get lunch and figure it out.
The rest of the story:
Our insurance said that in cases like that the other person usually isn't held liable - its more like a road hazard. So it turned out not being the worst thing that I didn't get her info, but the way she left me standing there makes me think she didn't have any... I took George's car to work and he called a place and got a new windshield put in and they clean up the glass on the dashboard.
TUESDAY: School until 7:30
We get home from school and work and walk into our closet to see glass shattered on the floor, and I'm like, "you gotta be kidding me!" Seriously, I think I was bad luck this week. It was the light fixture cover. We start to pick up the glass and realize the carpet is sopping wet.
Long story short: The people that own the condo above ours were getting their water heater replaced and the guy they hired did a shoddy job and basically spilled a ton of the water out of the tank onto the floor and it came through to our condo. We think the water filled up the light fixture on the ceiling and it got too heavy and dropped. So we had to pick up a bunch of broken glass and wet shoes and clothes that were on the floor of the closet. Luckily we are good friends with the people that own the upstairs condo and she offered to have her carpet cleaner come and clean up our closet. That was super nice, even though we had to pull everything out of the closet into our room until it all dried.
WEDNESDAY: Primary presidency meeting, lots of homework, and then work.
THURSDAY: School until 7 and then straight to practice with a couple of ladies to sing in sacrament meeting on Sunday. The ladies were a bit chatty, so I didn't get home until 10. I was beat.
FRIDAY: I watched grandma Bock, did laundry, homework, and work. I also started to prepare my sharing time for primary on Sunday.
SATURDAY: Singing practice at 9, then I worked until 6. Dropped off a baby shower present and then we went out with Larsens and had a blast. After such a crazy week, I was ready for a night of fun.
Because I was so nervous to do sharing time on Sunday, when we got home, I practiced it for George and we had some good laughs.
SUNDAY: Singing practice at 8 since our ward starts at 8:30. I invited George's brother Sam to come to our ward and he came and it made my day! Sacrament meeting was GREAT, the Spirit was so strong and our song was lovely. We sang a beautiful arrangement of The Lord is My Shepherd. Then too primary. I was really nervous to do sharing time - I wasn't too concerned about what the kids thought, more that I had to do it with other adults watching and listening - scary! lol I'm a dork, I know!
It went totally fine and the kids were really cute with it.
Now we are home. I am SO happy that this week is over. A lot of it was really good, but man was it eventful and stressful!!!
Yay for Sundays!!!
