Serendipity

Last night at 1 am I got to my car to find my headlights left on and the battery dead. Thirty seconds later, after slamming the car door and stomping back to my apartment, I realized that my apartment key was hanging from my car’s ignition, locked away.

I had someplace to stay, and trudged exhausted for 30 minutes to Clay’s apartment, which was thankfully close to the building my 8:30 am class was in the next morning.

It’s all about trusting the Universe. My dad was supposed to come up to Boulder sometime this week, so now I can tell him to come sooner than later, and bring an extra key and jumper cables. He can also bring my books, which I had delivered to my parents’ house, so I won’t have to go there and get them. I’m lucky that this happened at a time I don’t have to work until next Saturday.

I was locked out of my apartment but I had my backpack on, and everything I needed was in it: a toothbrush, my homework, journals, paper, pens – and anything else I could need short of an extra pair of socks. I was wearing warm clothing and had my matches and five cigarettes, which would last me a few days.

I didn’t do the reading for a journalism class the next afternoon because the reading never showed up in my email, and I was coming up to a solid day of class with no breaks in which to do it. I was thinking of ditching the the journalism class, but found out later that the class was canceled anyway because the professor got food poisoning.

The best news was that I had my school I.D. card in my pocket, so I could print my homework for a creative writing class using money on the card. My card is usually attached to my keys but it serendipitously fell off two weeks ago so that I could have it with me now. More serendipitous is the way I found out my I.D. card was missing: I got a telephone call from a cop, who told me he had just arrested a guy with my card in his pocket. Hours after dropping my card it was picked up by a stranger, and hours after the stranger picked up my card he was picked up by the police. I checked my keychain and sure enough my I.D. was gone, and the officer delivered it to me later that night since he was having a slow evening.

On an unrelated note, my ex boyfriend is named Matt and his best friend is named Matt, and when we were dating the three of us Matts would hang out in my ex’s apartment with Matt’s roommate and Matt’s roommate’s boyfriend, who was also named Matt. My ex lived in Fort Collins and I’m now dating someone named Clay who was dating a different Matt in Fort Collins at the same time that I was seeing my own Matt from Fort Collins.

I printed my work for the poetry class I miraculously got in to because they were desperate for more students. By yet another stroke of luck it fit my schedule.

The bad news is that I stink right now and want to get to my deoderant and a shower.