My day began with a child screaming expletives at me and concluded with a bus driver who embraced “rolling stops.”
It was a very, very long day.
I was running a little behind this morning (which, truthfully, means I expected to arrive at school 15 minutes early instead of 30 minutes) when I saw three kids playing on the street. I gave them my usual sunny smile as I walked past. The oldest kid (possibly 5 or 6) immediately stopped what he was doing, pointed at me, and screamed:
“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE *expletive*! *expletive!* *expletive!*”
I am not sure what about me caused such shock as I decided such a violent reaction probably meant I should not stick around to find out.
I then ran to catch my ferry and triumphantly made it right before it took off. Unfortunately, my thoughts caught up in the child, I did not notice which ferry I got on; of course it was the wrong one.
I eventually got myself sorted out and arrived at class. The professor arrived 30 minutes late. I missed class last week (I had another class scheduled for the same time) so I had not met this new professor yet. He spent the first 90 minutes shooting bemused glances in my direction. My classmate introduced me during the break but my explanation about another class last week did not seem to satisfy him overly much.
My friends all left class early for other commitments so I ended up heading to the convenience store and throwing myself a little pity party while eating cold rice by myself.
Then I went to my afternoon class. It was actually scheduled as an all-day class but I missed the morning session (because of my other class!) I apologized and explained this to my professor. She just pursed her lips and told me to find my discussion group.
Unfortunately, my entire discussion group played hooky today.
I explained this to her and she told me to go join another group. Except no one wanted me in their group! I got cold shoulders or polite “we have everyone we need…” Eventually I plonked myself down near one group where I knew some of the members and hoped they would include me.
Instead they switched their conversation from English to Thai.
Eventually, the professor noticed my awkward hovering and ordered them to include me. They did this by assigning one group member to talk to me while the rest continued their own conversation. The member talking with me did not seem thrilled with his role. He said he did not know the right English to explain why they did not want me to join them.
Needless to say, that did nothing to boost my ego.
However, a friend and I had made plans to eat dinner together and she took me to get street food. We ate sooooooooooooo much food! And it was all delicious. I even bought a pound of grasshoppers and grubs. (Pictures to come.) The funniest part was the amused expression on the face of the little old lady who sold them to me. She went from smirking to surprise when I cheerfully chomped down and declared them not bad!
Besides street food, we got giant bowls of noodles (good, but I think not as good as the ones by my apartment) and then I came home and drank chocolate milk before it dawned on me that crickets and chocolate milk make a strange combination. I’m grateful for my iron stomach.
Food and friends cheered me up considerably and I ran to catch my bus back. It did not stop…just sort of slowed down long enough for me to hop on. The same thing repeated itself at my stop. It was just one final adventure for my very long, emotionally tiring day!