Actually, I should’ve known it. No, actually I did know it. Well, I had a guess. This Tuesday was not normal.
For those, who don’t know me that well; I am an extremely positive person. That doesn’t mean that I don’t like to bicker every now and then, but at the end of the day I usually go to bed being content and smiling, firmly believing, that all is well or will be well soon. There are only a few things that can really drag me down and if I actually am in a very bad mood I have a very good reason. That’s why I can say whole-heartedly that this Tuesday and the week in general were one of the lousiest I had for several years! But one after the other.
In order not to bore you with the gory (and may) details let’s just say that Tuesday was the peak of a disaster concerning the organisation of my stay and especially all details linked to university. Ever since the first day of this term a lot of things went wrong and the rejection of my schedule on Tuesday was the final straw. Add to that a few personal issues which only intensified everything. All in all, Spain managed to bring me to a point where I haven’t been during my 13 months in the U.S.: sitting in bed, having instant noodles and chocolate and wanting to go home. I don’t know myself like that and I don’t like it, either. Thanks to our internet guy who only managed to install our access later this week I couldn’t even watch a movie. Grrr. Well. So I purposely let myself go that evening to gather the energy to start over new on Wednesday and by now most of the problems are solved. If it gets bad one has to try to hang on, because at some point there will be a silver lightning at the horizon ;)
On Wednesday in the afternoon I was told something that allows me to recap the day with a (somewhat forced) smirk: in Spain there is no Friday the 13th. No. Here it is Tuesday the 13th.