When It Rains, It Pours

I might have mentioned in a far earlier post that I am a tiny bit superstitious. So it is with my belief that things come in threes. Good or bad, if it's notable, it's going to occur 3 times. Lately, it seems that that has applied to the not-quite-so-fantastic for me.

You see, I had to register for classes at the university here in little city, USA, but they couldn't seem to figure out what to do with me. I submitted a transcript from a prior college, and then called them back a few days later. I was told to call again in another couple of days. This happened the next time I called, and then the third or fourth time I called (this was over a period of two weeks, by the way, what with the holiday), they said they were missing my high school transcript. . . . Say what? I've gone to the university before; they had no problem with my transcript then. No one would actually come out and say it, but I had the distinct feeling it had been lost. So, since I no longer live in the city that I graduated high school, I had to wait until the weekend to obtain the transcript. I submitted it finally, and the lady I physically handed it to asked me, after looking up my account, "Who told you we needed this?" Yes, they did not need it at all. The hold was taken off, but I was terribly late with registering. That's 1.

Of course, with late registration comes "good luck getting THAT class". I signed up for all of my classes, but then I had to speak with my boss, because the classes I was able to sign up for didn't exactly jibe with the schedule I was supposed to be working. (No worries, they're usually pretty flexible about working around school schedules. So, that's 1 in the blessings department, too). Come class time, I discover to my dismay, that I am enrolled in a class that requires a different class before it, a class I have not yet taken. I practically ran across campus to drop it and sign up for another class, since the day after was the last day to register, which means it's the day with no available classes. Of course, that meant another talk with my boss about how I need to change my hours. . . again. That's 2. (On the plus side, my new class seems great, so 2 for the blessings.)

Today, after class, I got into my car, ready to haul butt to work, when I realized the front end felt wrong. I found a new parking space, got out and discovered that my front tire was flatter than flat. After calling a myriad of friends, I finally got a hold of my mechanic friend, who agreed to help me change it. Now, I know how to change a tire, thankyouverymuch. The problem is I weigh 90 pounds soaking wet, and at 5' 2", well - you can guess it'd be a bit difficult on my own. My friend made it over, and we discovered the tire was unsalvagable, having been worn down over a long period of time because my car needs re-aligning. That's 3. (Again, 3 on the other side of the spectrum because thank goodness it didn't blow while I was driving the country roads to my hometown this past weekend, or even on the highway on the way to classes!)

Moral of the story: Murphy's Law is real, and so is the Law of 3s. Let's hope it just doesn't decide to spontaneously change to the Law of 4s or 6s.