I'll Have My Day in Court!

And it was almost that dramatic of a morning, but I didn't feel very triumphant. A few weeks ago, I received a speeding ticket. Being that I was very busy, I forgot about it and didn't send in the payment (I was very guilty). I knew/thought that the court date was mid-May, so on Monday when I pulled out the ticket to deal with, I was shocked to see that my court date was Tuesday at 9am. Yipe.

Tuesday morning, I was a bundle of nerves, scared to death of standing in front of a judge, desperately trying to explain that I didn't belong here and I just wanted to pay, leave, and never come back. No idea how long it would take, I called the writing center (where I work) to ask if they could rearrange my schedule. This is no easy feat; its a super busy time of the year, and appointments are made. Though sometimes these appointments can be moved to other people, often tutors just have to be there. I felt awful that something I could have taken care of meant that I was going to be late.

Frightened of the legal system, guilty over possibly missing work at the worst possible time--this is the emotional state I was in as I walked out to my car to find the driver's window broken and my stereo gone. My dad's window was also broken, but they didn't get the stereo. Though I waited for a little while for the police, I didn't want to be late for court, so I drove the pick-up (in high heels). It turns out that court was nothing--I went into a room in the back of the court, sat down at a table with a guy (nice tie), talked for ninety seconds, and paid the ticket. It took me the rest of the day to relax I was so wound up. Being so tense is not my normal state, nor fun may I add.

But, that was a few days ago, since then I've finished most of my work. All I've got left is one take home final and a bunch of grading. I've spent today cleaning my room, purging it of all the books for finished papers, and watching season five of Gilmore Girls.