A Day in the Life of an Umbrella...?
Kept awake real early last night thanks to our Irish neighbors upstairs. Still not into the whole party-during-the-week deal.
Tought rise at 8:30 to rush to 9am aquatic biology. At UVM, 9am class no problem. But here, for the first time in my life, I hit the snooze button.
Find a surprise waiting for me outside the apt door, rain! It hasn't rained in a while. Usually when it does it's only drizzle. But when it rains here, it rains. When a professor told me back in August that the rain can come at you horizontally, I didn't believe him. Let's just say, If there was ever a day to wear my wellies, it would have been today.
The wind whips around the rain so that even with an umbrella, you get soaked. Well I do. Forget if I mentioned my theory in an earlier entry, but the Irish have evolved invisible water repelling shields that allow them to stay dry. But I exaggerate... no.
Had to go to the music building twice, which is bad. The music building is the most hard to get to class ever. Thirty (pronounced "tirty" here) minute walk from home. *Across the river and up the hill to the music building we go!*
On the way home from class finally at 4, avoided a flooded road and counted the number of broken umbrellas abandoned in disgust on the roads.
Advice: Buy a huge sturdy fecking umbrella, hold onto it with two hands, wear your wellies, and wish you had been born Irish.
RIP - 12 umbrellas