Struggle Bus

Before school one day I noticed that my car was covered in little ice puddles. It was beautiful. More beautiful was the fact that my car was clean!  Dad had taken my car to the wash and discovered that manmade cleaning methods just won't remove the gunk from the pooping trees under which I often unwittingly park at school.

After school that day the ice had melted and my car was covered again in tree poop.

Winter truly is a blessing, for its ice and snow have been the cure for the strange gooey berries that have befallen my civic.

I was speaking with a classmate who had also come upon some strange struggles that day and she used the greatest phrase: "struggle bus." Now, I couldn't remember what it was when I got home and had to text her ("it's something like trouble train"). But after that day I hear the phrase more often.

The wheels on the struggle bus go round and round.

HERE's a struggle: growing up.  About a month out from graduation, it has become a new rule that if students do not arrive at or before starting time, they must wait an hour and 45 minutes (until the end of break) before they can clock in and begin accumulating hours.

For someone who almost always comes in five to fifteen minutes late, I had to choose between two reactions to this policy change, and really, I had no right to be angry and indignant. I'm 21 for goodness' sake. I live 15 minutes away. There's no reason for me to ever be late.

Instead, this is how I responded: 

Challenge accepted.

And for those days when I'm running late, I park right outside with my blinkers on, run in and scan my hand into the time clock, and then go park my car. GENIUS.