October 19th

One would think that after all the medical appointments that I've already endured in France, one more wouldn't hurt. Heh, it did. I was there on time, actually fifteen minutes early just to be safe, but that made no difference. The line was ridiculous. My appointment was at 9:30, didn't happen til' 10:45 am. The actual exam wasn't that bad, though they made me do every test possible; vision, hearing, flexibility, and blood pressure. The last one, blood pressure, was actually really funny. The doctor took my blood pressure three times because she couldn't believe how low it was. Ah the look on her face was priceless. It was as if she wanted to ask me if I was alive. After that session I walked to cafeteria for some well-deserved lunch, which wasn't so bad. They had hash browns today and they were delicious. I then cleared my head at the library for about an hour, I had eaten my lunch rather quickly, before going to Michael's office for an ISEP meeting. He reviewed my schedule and said that everything checked out. Good, that's nice to hear. Then my phone rang, damnit. It was a TNT delivery man. Double damnit. And there was a major problem with this one; he didn't speak French or English. Crap. Luckily Paula came in and spoke with him instead. Turns out I had until 6:00pm to pick up my package from a BMW location about forty minutes from campus. Life is crap sometimes. I had class until five, had no idea where this place was, and had to navigate a route via my beat up Le Havre map. Karma, please just leave me alone. Paula and Kate promised that they would have their phones nearby in case I needed their help. Well, I did find the BMW center, but my package was not there. Of course it wasn't. I tried to call Paula, and even Kate, to hear once more what the delivery man had said. No such luck. Neither of the calls went through. I even tried to ask the BMW staff, who were not thrilled to see the likes of a shabby college student in their dealership, if they knew where a TNT outpost was. They relished in telling me that they couldn't be of assistance. I was stuck, at 5:50 pm, in a random neighborhood of Le Havre without my package, without any help, completely alone. So I did the one thing all adult-children who are trapped in an unfortunate situation do; I called my mom. I asked if there was any way that she could search online for a TNT outpost in Le Havre. She tried, but the results were disappointing. There was no such thing in Le Havre. At this moment I looked at my watch, 6:03 pm. Time had run out. My package was somewhere else in France and was not going to my door anytime soon. This is when Mary lost everything, literally broke down, in front of a BMW outlet. Let's just end it there.