The High Cost of Education

I splurged and made myself a wonderful ham and cheese omelet yesterday morning before school , complete with portabello mushrooms and onions. I usually start my day with a bowl of Grape Nuts Trail Mix Crunch (wonderful tasting stuff) but had a taste for something different.

As I started my 25 minute commute to class, I felt the twinge of stomach pains. I dismissed it and drove on.

I was within 5 minutes of school, when I realized it could be dismissed no more. I made a quick stop at the local McDonald's. My lovely omelet had turned out to be a gut grenade.

I was an hour into my lab class, when the grenade began exploding again. I slipped out quietly and, in an attempt to diffuse it, stopped by the bookstore for assistance.

Can you believe I paid $1.19 for one Pepcid pill? Puhleese!

I spent the evening in a fetal position...

When I returned to school this morning,
the parking lot was packed so I made my own spot.
Wrong move...

But can you believe that for making my own spot I got a $15.00 parking ticket?
Geez! Fifteen bucks!

If they were trying to teach me a lesson, they succeeded. From now on,
I will pack my own Tums or Rolaids and I will definitely park between the lines.
And, as for the omelet? I think I'll start dating the ham in the frig with a grease pencil.