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October 25, 2004
When Shitty Things Happen to Good People
Today started off like any other--3 hours of small group work (DTSG). We broke for lunch, and I spent another two hours editing and revising some of our work. Right before going back downstairs for still more group work, I thought I might call the assistant landlord of our new apartment to arrange a time to sign the paperwork. He picked up the phone on the second ring, and the conversation went as follows:
Me: Hello Roger? This is Jennifer.
Roger: Hello! How are you?
Me: Fine, thanks. I was just calling to see if you had talked to the landlord yet about the apartment.
Roger: Yes, I did. How long would you stay?
Me: As I mentioned, our program only goes through this spring, so we would stay until the end of June.
Roger. (Awkwardly) Oh. I don't think the landlord will rent to you for such a short time.
Me: (Stunned) Really? Is there any way he might change his mind?
Roger: No. I hope you can find another place to live.
Me: Well, I'm very disappointed...
Roger: Yes, good luck.
And with that, my dream of an apartment by the beach, by the park, and by a foreign Navy barracks was smashed to bits. Instead of curling up in a ball and crying, I decided to...
...spend the rest of the day with my small group. That's right, what better way to capture the silver lining in a crappy day than with 4 more hours of small group work, then dinner studying for Thursday's exam, and then 2 more hours working in pairs on the group project?
I ask you, could life get any better?
DTSG
