Rain, Rain....go AWAY!

Longest day in the history of forever. Yesterday, I mean. But, in true blog-addict fashion, I will detail every minute of it.
Class was simple enough, with Linguistics and ASL, but then I had my 3 hour Psych lecture. That, surprisingly, wasn't horrible. The professor was out of town, so he videotaped his lecture, and played it on a huge screen. Movie-tastic.
Here's where the fun part kicks in.
Up until now, I have been adjusting very well, making friends, talking to people, finding my way around. Well, last night there was a meeting for the Christian group on campus, and I decided to go. So, being that the bus ride is 1.5 hours long, I stayed at the school instead. Mistake?? Between the hours of 5:20 and 7:30, there is very little to do around campus. Both Tim Horton's are closed, the bookstore is closed, and the main cafeteria resorts to serving burnt pizza. Not that I would knock it on a decent day. But yesterday was cold, and wet, and RAINY, and my feet were soaked completely through. I WANTED coffee. No deal. Instead, I wound up on the fourth floor of the Journalism building (don't ask me how...I don't know how I got there) watching the news (prayers for the people at Dawson College) and drinking a vending machine tea.
That lasted for 2 hours. Decent. I didn't die. I was just wet.
The meeting went wonderfully, and I hooked up with some girls that are going to save me from my lonely Wednesday afternoon wandering.
It was after the meeting that things got worse.
I know. Worse than what?
Well, imagine this. It's late at night. Your shoes have puddles in them, and you are shivering from head to toe. The campus is pitch-black, and there is no one you know to walk you to the parking lot. Hell, you don't even know where the parking lot is!
I asked for directions. The lady told me. It started to pour, and I was soaked. Then I realize that the lady gave me wrong directions. And I didn't have a cell phone to call Dad. So I kept walking.
Darker, wetter, and increasingly frightened, I began rushing around in frantic circles (you know when a wild animal gets trapped somewhere, and they start flipping out? Yeah). Unfortunately, that just got me wetter, and more lost, and even more frightened. What a wuss.
I was 20 minutes late. That's what happens.
So, I find a pay phone, call Dad, and arrange to meet him in a new place. Five seconds from where I think I am.
I ask another lady. Her Carleton pin says 'ASK ME!'. I figured that was a sign. She gives me directions, and I run. I trip and fall in the mud. Lovely.
20 minutes later, I realize that it was the same lady, and she gave me the SAME WRONG DIRECTIONS.
Just as I'm freaking out because I'm LOST LIKE A LOST PUPPY!!!!!!! (those are for you, Amy) I see lights! LIGHTS! That means PARKING LOT!
At 10:00, I found Dad.
Joy to the world.