Just My Luck

I've been in the upstate for the last two weeks staying at my parents' house in order to do a teaching internship in Laurens at an elementary school. It's been a pretty interesting experience overall, but tomorrow is the last day to be here. Then it's back to the hottest place on Earth for me, known as home, to finish the internship at another school.

So that's all relatively boring, but I just need to blog (read: vent) about my luck. I bought a new car last March. It's been a year and a couple months or so that I've had the car. In that time alone, I've had to have my car touched up twice, and I'm a little bit OCD about it. It's just a Corolla which isn't fancy, but it looks good because it's all new. I clearly can't deal with it having dings. Just a month or so after I got it, I went to the mall and came back to find that someone had opened their car door, slamming into mine, which led to a dent and messed up paint. I cried a little and decided it was the sign that purchasing a car while trying to pay for tuition was a stupid idea. So, I got it fixed. Then, just a couple of months ago, I was downtown for dinner and had successfully parallel parked. Apparently the driver in front of me didn't have these amazing parallel parking skills and rammed into my front driver's side, messing up the paint on the front little sporty ground kit part of the car. I don't know the name of this part. So, I got it fixed and had to leave my car with the paint people for 3 days over spring break. I walked places as a result and was sort of stranded in my house.

Last night, I came to the upstate from Columbia because of the internship and just like I feel always happens on 26, I see this major storm up ahead near Newberry, which is where the storm is always lurking. I decided to just drive on through it and deal. So, I'm down to like 45mph because I can't see, and I'm in this little caravan, leading the way. There's a line of cars behind me, and we all have our hazards on and are being relatively careful considering we can't see anything. I noticed a line of cars on the side of the road and seriously thought to myself, "Wow, that many people are freaking out?" And then I realized why they were freaking out. Because I could only see about a foot in front of me, I realized that there was a tree across the interstate. Yea, that would explain the freak out. It was a long skinny-ish tree, and I hit it. There was no stopping because I would've been rear-ended and there was no pulling off because the entire emergency lane was full of cars. So my little Corolla caught some air as I went over the tree. I kept going and made it a little ways before I convinced myself that my car was broken and that a tornado was going to come barreling out of the trees and blow me away. I called Will and he told me to stop and check the car so in the pouring rain with my bright green rain jacket I checked my tires which seemed to still be working. When I got home, I checked again and realized that the skinny-ish tree that I ran over took a little paint with it. This time on the front passenger side there's a chunk of paint missing. This would be the third time in less than a year and a half, and it makes me want to scream a little. I have bad karma in two ways I think. 1) Car paint, 2) Camping (which is a whole different story that I'm not getting into tonight.) I'm heading to D.C. in about three weeks. Will helped me rationalize by deciding that I should not get the paint fixed before this trip because if I end up in this many situations right here in my home state, there's for sure something that's going to happen on that little road trip.