Murphy's Law, go home, you're drunk!

Quomodo miserrima vita poterit!

This past Tuesday is a prime example of that for me. I had just gotten lesson plan notebooks for each level that I teach. As I was approaching the intersection with Central Avenue on Highland, I heard a crash behind me. Before I could even process what had happened, the van that was behind me slammed into my car causing a domino effect with the 2 cars in front of me. I got out of my car to see what had happened. After assuring the lady who hit me that I was okay, I called 911 and noticed the red mustang who had caused the vehicular tsunami was down at the intersection trying to flee the scene. The police arrived shortly after and after about 20 or so minutes of standing in the cold and soon drizzling rain, the driver of the mustang was arrested by the D.U.I. task force (or whatever they're called).

 My poor Ford Focus is totaled. The back of my car was slammed into so hard that the body itself started to buckled. It looks like the back of an older lady with osteoporosis. The back axle is bent and both passenger side doors are jammed shut.

For the past three days I have been so keenly aware of the absolute kindness of my co-workers. My classroom neighbor has given me a ride for the past three mornings and even brought me home one of the days. One of my BFF brought me home yesterday after a very stress-relieving run at the gym. She even let me use her truck this weekend, so I'll have some freedom. It this species of kindness, along with the sweetest  note and Starbucks gift card that one of my darlings gave me this morning, that makes being car-less a little less unbearable.

Tomorrow, the insurance adjuster/assessor is coming to officially determine whether my car is totaled or if it can be repaired. We'll see how that goes.

I guess Grad-school students have to graduate from their high school cars.

Semper spes est.