Today has been one of the most challenging days I have experienced in awhile. Thats how it feels anyway. Honestly, when I think about it, it could have definitely been much worse. In the moment though, it felt like pure torture. My day started out normal. Waking up just in the knick of time to rush to social psychology class. Week Three: We are still on the topic of sex. Not that we are studying sexual orientations etc. Oh no. It just comes up. Usually it has something to do with someone quoting "You have to test drive the car before you buy it," or the ever popular, "Theres no harm in shopping around." Half of my class is obsessed with sex. Instead of studying methodology, we discuss Sex. After enduring the most boring class on earth, I made way downstairs to the Student Center to get something to eat and study for my biology quiz. That went well too. Like normal. I ate, studied, chilled with Porter, studied with Porter, and then made my way to class. Now let me explain my biology lab. It consists of only two people who are actually interested in biology. Mrs. Wallace, my professor, and Patti, with an I. How to describe Wallace. She is probably around 50, skinny, very independent woman who hates men, loves to torture her students with nonsense and talks just like my Aunt Fran. If you know my aunt, which I hope you don't, you know exactly what I am talking about. And Patti. Patti is around 40, a very quiet, humble, long bangs, glasses wearing woman. My first impression of Patti is either Leave It To Beaver mother, or cat lady. She insists on everything being perfect at the desk and she only goes to RCCC because her son refused to go to the same school she went to, so he got first pick, which was UNCC. I am sure she is not the attached type. Really. And  She actually enjoys the class. The rest of us, are only there to transfer. Because we have high hopes of busting out of those heavy RCCC doors and running toward freedom. Back to my day.  I settle down in my seat, sitting beside my favorite lab partner, Kayla, because she is the only one other than myself that actually talks at our table, and the fact she is one of my best friends. Did I mention Patti is in my biology group? YAY. Class eventually begins with Mrs. Wallace asking us if we remembered anything from last class because we had a quiz. I just know she was hoping that we had forgotten we had quiz, and therefore be completely off guard. Oh no. I remembered. SUCK ON THAT MRS WALLACE.  Quiz went fine. Patti got really nervous but I think she got through it. And then class begin. So there I sat, opened my book, turned to the page Mrs. Wallace told us too, and realized that my book page was discussing human anatomy instead of leaflets like everyone else. Yes. A students worse nightmare. The bookstore sold me the wrong book!!!!! I sat there contemplating what I should do. Should I interrupt class, tell everyone how I got screwed and explain that I need to go return my book. Or I should sit there, pretend to have the right book, skim off of everyone else's and secretly fix it before next class. I went for the second choice. Everything is fine. No one knows except Kayla, until Mrs. Wallace, with her Fran like voice says, "Ok guys, now we're gonna draw some of these different leaves. Turn to pg. 16.!" CRAP.  Nerves are running wild at this moment, and then Mrs. Wallace gets this look in her eye and says, "Does anyone not have their lab manual yet?" That was not said in a nice way either. Ashamedly, if thats even a word, I raised my hand. Her eyes burned holes into my soul. She slowly walked over to where I sat, looked me up and down, and with a evilish gaze, laid the paper down in front of me and said,"This is the only time I will do this for you. Go get your lab manual before next class." I immediately had to pee. I get through my class, horrible drawings, poor bladder and all. I quickly made my way to the bookstore, hoping to God the person would be a good hearted soul. Was he? No. He would not let me return my book. He wouldn't let me sell it back. He wouldn't let me do anything. ZIP. I know deep down it is not his fault, but everytime I see Jeff, or whatever his name is, I have a hatred vibe that beams. I ended up buying a new book. Seriously. Its not even worth it.  So after I talk to Jeff about biology, I also get the nerve to ask him about my social psychology book. You know, the class where all we talk about is sex. "See Jeff. Heres the thing. My test is friday. And your bookstore still doesn't have my book in. It's been three weeks.  Now, how am I supposed to be a 4.0 gpa student without a book? How is RCCC supposed to keep their gpa credits up if their students FAIL because they don't have books? Jeff, did you go to college? Do you understand the importance of a textbook? Its called the key to success." Jeff tried to reassure me that the books were on order, but they have been on order since the first day of class.  He also tried to get me to go ahead and purchase the book, that way once it finally did come in, on the LAST day of class, I would have it immediately.  I ended up going down to the computer lab, using a freakin PC which I hate, finding the number to Grays Bookstore at UNCC and calling them. Not only did they have my book, but it was cheaper.  TAKE THAT RCCC. YOU GOT PUNK'D. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET MY MONEY BUT YOU DIDN'T. 

In the end, my day got better, after I ate some wonderful Zaxbys, got a book for a cheaper price, and then came home and chilled for a bit. I hope tomorrow is eventful as well, but not in the same way. In a nicer, friendly, surprising way.

We will see.