Its not easy being green

Here's today.

my dad had to take my sweet little car to get new tires yesterday, so he left me his huge bright green truck to drive. when I say bright green I mean BRIGHT Kermit the frog, dinosaur green. This was less awkward when it advertised my dad's store, but now its just green. Super awkward. This is an actual photo that I just took, not a likeness on the internet. That's the car. You see my issue.

I am afraid of parking in big cars, so this truck scares me. this is because the week after I got my drivers license, I crashed into a parked car at kholers, and by "crashed" I mean attempted to park and destroyed the side of her car with the evil van.

Well I rose above my fears today and drove said truck to the high school! (yay! cheers for Kate! way to overcome your big car parking fears!) This, was a mistake.

But lets begin with the humorous, that is Kayli Anderson's reaction to the car when I picked her up to school this morning. Kayli lives two doors away from me, she's probably my favorite person, definitely my favorite Asian (Gretel is a close second). That is not racist, cause if she read this, she'd laugh. She's way into Asian culture, is learning to play the banjo, and is in three Japanese classes. Kayli's awesome. Well I pull up at her door this morning, honk with my awkward horn that just sounds like it belongs to this car.

She looks out the window in confusion and thinks: "That isn't my ride. So why are they outside my house?" with a closer look she sees my face in the drivers seat. At this point I imagine she broke out into hysterical laughter, and prayed this wasn't the vehicle I was going to kill her in. (she lived.)

Well, we drove to school, parked successfully, (I'm proud to say I can park in very large cars! I have conquered my phobia. now I have a new one) and went to class. At lunch Emily and I decided we should go get Arby's together and bond as best friends. Mostly because no one else could come. We arrive at the car to see a lovely yellow ticket shoved under the windshield. I almost started to swear, but refrained. *pause to be proud of me. . . . Continue*

The ticket informed me I would have to pay a $60 fine for not having a parking pass, and getting a boot on my car. Well there was only one problem, other than the fact that I'm totally broke and I didn't want my dad to pay $60 for my idiot-ness, there was no boot on my car. In fact I drove to Arby's, got a sandwich, drove to Emily's to pick her car up, drove back to my house, and Emily drove back to the school (and still made it back on time for class).

I refused to pay this fine, and insisted I would go yell at the finance office. I'm a nice person I don't yell. So I calmly explain the situation and was informed that they are allowed to ticket me for a boot because even though it wasn't there if the school wasn't too ghetto to own more than three boots, I would have gotten one. She then told me to talk to the tracking office. Book Depository Lady was there, I was certain my life was about to be diminished $60. She told me to come back and talk to another lady but I would probably still have to pay (this is a faulty system I know.)

My death seemed imminent, and I contemplated my pending funeral in AP Euro, and who would receive my belongings after I died. I trudged my way after class back to the office and found a different lady, whom I had never seen before, sitting in a small office. I told her the sob story of my day, and she handed me the most beautiful white piece of paper I'd ever seen. "Fill this out and we'll get rid of the ticket for you all together." She then proceeded to do the same for a boy who walked in with the same problem.

So this story had a happy ending! No ticket, and I learned that not ALL the office workers at American Fork High School are either evil or useless. Thank you mystery lady. I will forever remember your kindness to me.

Now! not that this post is long enough, but I have one more story. After first period I discovered what it means to be REALLY high. Some kid was sitting at his desk, attempting to pack up to go to his next class and seemingly not able to comprehend how his notebook would go into his backpack. I turned away for like two seconds and when I looked back, he was on the floor, probably half unconscious. My EMT instincts (that aren't actually there) didn't question why he had fallen, only that he needed help, so I put his notebook in his backpack for him, and handed him his glasses and awkward bracelet, helped him to his feet and watched him stagger out the door. (Mr. Atwood did nothing. probably wise.) Only after he left did the thought occur to me "He was higher than a kite!" I'm hoping he went home and sobered up, or at least found his next class. That and he's just a bad drunk, and didn't O.D. Who knows, maybe he was just sick. Yeah right Kate, not even you're like that on Sudafed. Thank you pessimistic voice of Reason.

So I guess, you help a druggie get on his feet, and you don't get parking tickets. Thanks Karma!