Tragic journey: A story about rain, happiness & sadness

Prologue: Rain

It's raining. Not the romantic type of rain. But rather a storming angry heavily crazy fuck-you-humans- down on this Earth rain.

I am here wishing I was at home alone drinking hot chocolate with Baileys watching Netflix. But no, I'm at uni, stuck here, waiting to stop procrastinating and actually start my 2000 word essay and critical appraisal.

And also my first free month of Netflix is cancelled so that's a bummer.

I forgot my umbrella. My socks are wet (one of the greatest things in life). I could complain about 1000 different things right now. But I won't.

Part 1: Happiness

 

I lost my student ID card the other day and I got an email today that someone picked it up and handed it in to the student centre. I was ecstatic.

A woman dropped her $10 note on the floor and I ran up to her and gave it. That felt kinda good I guess. Nothing worse than losing money.

Today was full of laughs at the staff room. Someone brought in a box of Krispy Kreme Original Glaze Donuts. Doing crosswords at lunch (yeah, I was the first one to finish! although I'm not usually competitive) backwards, diagonal, diagonal-backwards, overlap. Chris talking about make-shift umbrellas out of aprons and tape and hand-gliders (?). Funny, yet creative ideas to protect myself from the weather.

Chris was walking, vaguely glimpsing and he shortly came and looked back and found myself in the store room picking up a plastic apron. "You go." he says, "This is happening." I said.

In the end, my make-shift umbrella was a MX newspaper handed to me at Roma St train station (for a solid base, of course) covered over a plastic apron (waterproof technology) kindly donated to me from the hospital storeroom. That was it. Someone once said simplicity is better right? Engineering at its best.

Part 2: Sadness

It wasn't long until my creation was destroyed by the wildness, that is, the weather.
My newspaper, once filled with words and journalism disintegrated into tiny bits that left prints on my bare hands.

I got charged $5 on my GoCard because I forgot to tap on. Y'know, for those train stations that have no gates.They should make huge reminder signs on laminated paper.

I just went to reclaim my student ID and it wasn't there.

Basically, it's wet. I'm wet. And life sucks.