Someone doesn't want me to go to school.

I went home last night after a party, and it was nice out. 40F maybe. I woke up that morning to tapping on my sky light. It's hailing outside! I had the pleasure of walking in it later on.

My morning commute turned into three bus rides. The first one into a poll after some car swearved infront of the Suffolk Transit bus I was on. The driver and I were okay, aside from being the only ones there. I was hand sewing before I heard him a honk. I thought he was just going to jump the curb, but as I saw the approaching telephone pole, I immediately stopped what I was doing and grabbed hold of the hand poll to my left. The bus bounced and the pole splintered in half.

There were powerlines drapped over top of the bus, so I decided staying on the nice rubber mat in the middle of the bus was a good idea. I made sure the driver was okay and called 911 on my cell phone. He contacted his base and about five minutes later the Suffolk County Police came. Despite my situation, none of them would help me get to school.

I called my mom and text messaged Chris to let them know what had happened and that I was alright. Fifteen minutes later I caught a ride on another bus. The officer had the nerve to ask me for cab faire right after I'd been on the previous bus' accident. The second driver had even more nerve to ask me for bus faire after he saw me stranded near a banged up bus.

Aside that, things were alright. In the only class I had that day, the professor gave everyone an extra +2 points towards a future test for braving the weather. I visited my friend Michelle at work. Michelle jokingly blammed me for the reason she was late to work.