By: Jennifer Bladykas
Posted In: Opinion
As I sat in the third row, hearing the magnificent and enchanting voice of one of my biggest role models, it was hard to imagine a day that went perfectly according to plan. But like my role model said, “When it looks like the sun won’t shine anymore…God put a rainbow in the clouds.”
There was once a book entitled, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” Replace Alexander with Jenny and there begins a tale of Murphy’s Law on Wednesday, November 10.
That was the day that I was set to see one my role models, the great Maya Angelou. However, as luck would have it, tickets were sold out. Reason number 1 why I was upset.
After waking up early to go to work, giving a tour to prospective students in shoes that were not made for walking and receiving a so-so grade on what I thought was a great piece of work, I trudged back home where I was ready to hang my head and go to sleep.
But there were greater plans for my Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad day. As I was checking my e-mail, I received word that complimentary tickets to “An Evening with Maya Angelou” were available to me as part of my internship. Wonderful news! Perhaps my day was lifting. That’s when I read the fine print: make sure to call back by 12.
A quick glance at the bottom right tray on my computer screen flashed the terrible news. 2 p.m. Was it too late? I scrambled to find my cell phone. And of course, as if written into the script, no service.
Frantically, I ran outside, where I dialed the number to my supervisor’s cell phone. Voicemail. After leaving about five messages, I finally went to class, unsure of what the evening was to bring.
4:45. Should I go to my next class and risk missing one of the greatest speakers of my lifetime or skip it, risk not having tickets and driving to UMASS Dartmouth. I felt like a clich