What a Week...

Let’s start with a brief summary about my week. My weeks start Sunday night. I go to help out teaching salsa and then salsa practice. This Sunday I was at that room for four hours practicing for a performance, which is about two hours more than I had planned. After that I was dizzy, sore, and very tired and definitely incapable of thinking about studying of doing homework. Monday and Tuesday I caught up with some assignments, cleaned the apartment and even did some grocery shopping that needed to be done. Wednesday morning I went looking for black baggie pants at every store in town because the team needed for our hip hop number. This obviously took half of my day and replaced important studying time but it was accomplished before my 12:30 class. I rushed all morning to make sure to make it to my 12:30 class. I knew I had to park my car at 12:00 in order to ride the bus to campus in order to make it to class in time. The problem was that I don’t have a 12: 30 class. When I arrived to my class all of my classmates were leaving and then is when it hit me: my class starts at 11:30, not 12:30 like I’ve been telling myself the whole morning. As soon as I saw Tito, one of the performers of the team in my class, I asked him if I could copy his notes and told him what happened. I assured myself that this error wouldn’t hurt me much because I could easily study the notes that I had missed, but that was not the only thing I had missed. The professor had given out one of those pop quizzes he likes to give out at random once a week. I kept telling myself that this would only make me more focused on making good grades in the class, but it didn’t keep me from feeling very stupid. Wednesday night was our last time to practice for the big performance. All of the team was dancing for what seemed for the first time so it made it harder to teach and organize the choreography. It was a two hour practice where a lot of reviewing and sweating was done but we felt like all the work would pay off competing against the other teams. Thursday was a hectic day. The performance was that night so I needed to make sure costumes, make up, shoes were all packed. I drove my car for the first time the whole semester because I had a heavy bag to carry and because of the disguising rainy weather. When I got to a building I looked for my iPhone which I had seen minutes earlier in my car. I didn’t see it in my bag or any pockets so I thought I left in my car. As a nice touch to my week I still can’t find my iPhone. Those who have an iPhone or anything similar will understand my frustration. It is unbelievable how much we learn to depend on them. We find ways to use them for every single activity in our day. I thought about using it to look at the time before class, to calculate the answer to a statics problem, to text your friend you were supposed to meet to work on the statics homework to mention a few that day. Finally the one thing that makes me forget about the one million things that I’m supposed to be doing was going to happen: it was dancing time! Right before the performance one of our dancers realized she left her shoes at home which made us change formations right before performing. The two performances went well, but there was no doubt that there was not an obvious winner. I’m not blaming our lost on my bad luck that week but both groups knew well that it wasn’t definite who was going to win. I ended up spending the whole week worrying about a dance competition which we didn’t even win. Oh, and I lost my iPhone and got a zero on a calculus quiz on the way. The week is over and I plan to have a wonderful Valentine’s Day weekend while I catch up on all the homework I have for next week. Since this blog is about learning about situations and people I will bring up a thougt that it’s good to think about every now and then: other people have it worst than I do. I know it sounds a little selfish but sometimes the thought of other people’s troubles makes appreciate life a little more, even when everything is not going your way.