a series of unfortunate events

a series of unfortunate events

All the events from the time I woke up to about 2:30PM has led to further reinforcement for me not believe the naive mantra that everything happens for a reason. This is something that I've never believed but if that were the case, everything that happened doesn't seem beneficial to me but instead gave me reason to polish my bullshitting skills.

To begin with the night before, yesterday, I had trouble seeking people who would happily oblige to accompany me to a visit at the Pacific Science Center to see the Legacy of Lucy exhibit (out of my interest but most importantly for an extra credit assignment). When I say 'trouble' , I meant there was nobody. I found it hard to believe that nobody was slightly interested in seeing one of our greatest ancestors, I mean she's pretty much a celebrity, even if it was just for fun! If not that, the Pacific Science Center in general provides an interesting, nostalgic alternative even if we are too old to experience the same kind of fun in previous years. I managed to recruit Tiffany on this adventure only on the desperate attempt that I offered to pay her entrance fee which is over a $20 value. Now I use the word 'adventure' in cases of commuting to Seattle because 1) I am always hesitant to drive in the daytime, at the peak of high traffic with so many cars I could potentially hit 2) I always manage to drive the direction opposing traffic with tricky one way streets, luckily with no cars around otherwise I wouldn't be driving in that direction in the first place. (In my defense, I am progressively getting better.) I think I create such awful adversions in my head because I exaggerate the worst of the worst but manage to do just fine. It was a rather glorious feat to arrive at the needle and manage to find good parking, we were pretty good in schedules of time. However, my spirits were quickly demised when my key got jammed in the ignition. In addition to the 30 minute setback, we arrived to the science center to see that everybody and their moms, literally, were there. We decided to wait in line planning to just go in and out of the exhibit, enough for me to get a good look at everything to write a one page response. Due to its popularity, the Lucy exhibit only let people in every 15 minutes to alleviate crowding. The next time slot available according to the ticket fast machine was at 3:15. It was already nearing 2PM and Tiffany had to be home by 3PM since her family seems to be so egregious that she has some sort of birthday party/gathering to attend every weekend. I could think of no possible solution other than to purchase a ticket, for the required ticket stub, and leave.

Am I really bummed? No. Am I bummed? Yes, because I essentially paid 20 dollars in the means to validate my one page paper and until I see that rise in my grade, I don't see its worth. In terms of my paper, Google will be my saviour in writing about this exhibit as if I were there. The only identifiable moral of this story is, if you could pay anyone to accompany you places, Tiffany is as worthless as they come. Though I'm also at fault, she cannot get you out of a car situation to save her life and she will in one way or another, constrict your time. It's okay Tiffany, we all still love you.