There are several reasons why I'm at home right now, instead of Florida State University. None of my reasons for dipping on the SAT examination are very good, but I never claimed to commit actions with good reason.
With wet and gloomy weather comes low spirits. I love rainy weather, but today's forecast just isn't putting me in a good mood. I think it's the “Wet Dog” smell that’s making me dislike the rain today. My mood was not improved in any way after I climbed into my Explorer, only to find that it would not start. After walking back into the house, telling my mom that I was taking the truck, I was met with accusations that I left the lights on (which I did not), blew up the motor (please), or fucked it up by trying to show off in front of my friends. I ask only this: Could my mom get any more ignorant?
Once in the Ranger, I slipped in a Jimi Hendrix CD, cranked up the volume, and traveled towards FSU. Even in the early hour of 7 a.m., there are drivers who go extremely slow, obviously afraid of having an accident with air. One such driver turned in front of me on Call Street. The girl driving obviously had no clue as to where she was going, and her fast pace of 15 mph only helped to reinforce that fact. I know that the FSU campus is a little tricky to get around, because there’s dead ends at almost every turn (that is no lie), but must we go 15 mph?
Happily, the Slow Girl turned at Ivy Way (I believe), leaving me with the pleasure of going a bit faster. My joy didn’t last long. Anyone who’s visited FSU’s Strozier Library knows that parking is usually hard to come by. I ran into that problem this morning. The mommies and daddies than drove their kids to the SAT testing site had failed to leave by the time I arrived on the scene. That was really just my luck. I drove around the small little parking area across the street from the library, then made way down Dogwood Way (I didn’t see any dogwoods, either) in search for a park. At all costs, I stay away from parallel parking. Usually. I’d plan to give it a go this morning, if I could find a park. No such luck came my way. I literally spent 30 minutes driving around trying to find a park, but I came up empty handed.
After noticing my clock getting dangerously close to 8 a.m., I made up my mind to go home. I was not in the mood for the SAT. All I wanted was to escape the wrath that is FSU’s slim-to-none parking system. As I escaped the FSU campus (which already had police cars rolling around, thanks to the Miami vs. FSU football game today), I happen to pass by a few interesting looking places. The first was a coffee house named The Java Headz (I think that’s what it is, at least). Not only can you get your coffee there, but they have free web access too. I don’t know why, but I just don’t think coffee and computers go together. The caffeine that one intakes from a cup of java frazzles the nerves, making one jittery and jerky. Once around high tech machinery as a computer, those jerky movements could prove costly, because spilt coffee doesn’t do a computer good. I also discovered that Tallahassee has a vegetarian restaurant. I never even knew those things existed, but that might be because I don’t require vegetarian meals.
Quite a few of Tallahassee’s more interesting businesses mill around the FSU campus, which is the reason why I’m unaware of them. I try to avoid all three college campuses as much as possible. The traffic sucks (as it does in every part of Tallahassee) and there are too many kids that are unfamiliar with the area, causing them to drive like they’ve got a mental handicap.
So, I didn’t take the SAT today, and I don’t plan on taking it again any other time this year. The 24 that I made on the ACT will have to do (unless a better score is recorded from my second try at the test). Now, I must get a bit of rest before I immerse myself in the piles of work that lay in front of me, given with love by my American History, AP Psychology, English, and Administrative Business teachers.
Listening To:
Experience Hendrix: The Best of Jimi Hendrix - Jimi Hendrix
Pimping
Tallahassee, Florida (Making of America) - Julianne Hare
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