“It’s Just Bugs!”

My next great adventure has begun…and surprisingly enough, my next great adventure hasn’t yet once brought up death.  (Except for the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse.  But let’s just forget that tiny detail and move on, shall we?)

I am currently in Miami, Florida.  Coral Gables to be precise.  University of Miami Mahoney-Pearson dorms if you want to be REALLY technical.  But I digress.

I’ve been in Miami now for two days.  I flew in on Wednesday morning to drama of the nowhere-to-stay variety.  Luckily, I put all my trust in Zita and she gave me a place to sleep Wednesday and Thursday night.  Say hello to the lovely Holiday Inn – Coral Gables pool area!

Well hello there!

In return, I got her hooked on Les Miserables.  Goodness, I’m a horrible influence.

Zita!  Stop reading and study.  –  There!  Much better.

Thursday I had my General Knowledge Exam which was so ridiculously easy, it can be compared to the TAKS testing I took in 9th or 10th grade.  I cannot believe I was stressed about it.  The worst part was when 4/5 through my essay, my computer froze and I had to restart.  I was terrified that I had lost the entire essay.  But nope!  It was saved, right down to the last misspelling. 🙂

Earlier today, however, I took my Subject Area Exam for English 6-12.  I’d heard nothing but horror stories about this examination.  I studied as much as I could and consulted numerous people who had already taken it, attempting to find out what to focus on.  As it turns out, the test was largely situational.  Unfortunately, that means there was much guesswork and subjectivity abound.  I honestly have no idea how I did.  There were many questions that I could narrow down to two answers…but then I had to guess beyond that.  The results could go either way.  Luckily, (or unluckily, depending on how you look at it…) I have 30 some-odd days to stress about my grade.

Thursday I decided to take the Metrorail up to Brickell to visit my mom who just so happened to be in Miami for business.  I figured out how to purchase the ticket (and wasn’t that an experience in-and-of itself?) and rushed up to the tram which was entering the station.  I double-timed it up the stairs and hopped onto the train.  Unfortunately, as I hopped, a large group of rowdy teenagers rushed the door behind me in an attempt to catch it before the doors closed.  One of them stepped on my shoe and as I turned around to grab it…wouldn’t you know it!  The door closed.  With my shoe on the other side.  At which point I said, “Wow.  And now I’m without a shoe.”  They just looked at me.  Like “Oops?”  I could see halo’s over their heads.  Really.  *eyeroll*

So I rode the Metrorail four stops to Brickell and then walked about eight blocks to find my mom, her employees, and her bosses…sweating, crying, and shoeless in one of the fanciest hotels in Miami…which just so happens to be a Wells Fargo owned building – Really Fancy!

She let me borrow a pair of her heels for the walk back.  And not to complain, cause that was NICE of her…but they weren’t flip flops.  In this humidity, didn’t take long at all to get an awesome and lovely blister on the bottom of my foot.  I miss my flip flops. 😦

Today I moved into the dorms and met a few more people.  Still cautiously optimistic about finding potential roommates.  The problem is, I want to room with two other people…but I don’t know where in the city I’m going to be placed.  I haven’t interviewed for a single position yet.  So it’s slightly difficult to search for apartments or condos.  Don’t know where to look!  Miami is slightly larger than shows like Burn Notice and CSI: Miami make it seem.  😉

So, with my rented car, Zita, Katherine and I went scouting and driving around through most of downtown Miami.  We just scoped out the neighborhoods and started getting a feel for what to expect.  I parallel parked for the first time!  Here’s proof!

Yes.  That is my rental car.  It’s a Toyota Yaris.  It has a horrid blind spot.  I miss my car. 😦  Like a lot.

Oh!  Back to the day trip.

It rains a lot here.

But I guess I should have expected that going in.

Still haven’t found the beach.  Shouldn’t there be a beach?  I feel like I’ve been hoodwinked.  I think the beach should look like this: Clearly Robert’s response to this picture will be that I inherently miss Israel and desperately want to go back to Tel Aviv.

No.  I just want a beach.  >_>  Like the one pictured above.  But in Miami.

Anywaaaays!  I moved into the UofM dorms today.  They’re disgusting.  UTA friends, they’re like Lipscomb…but older.  Ick ick.  There are dead bugs all over my floor and Katherine kindly killed a giant-ass ant for me.  I think it bit me first though, cause my arm is swelling up and FAST.

No worries though.  No bed bugs to be found.  😉  Trust me.  First thing I checked for.  😛  So I bet I can handle whatever’s biting me now.  I can handle anything Not-Bed Bug.   True story.

The long and short of it is, I’m going crazy.  I’m in this room by myself till God-know-when.  Hopefully whoever I’m rooming with shows up soon.  Until then, I’ll just chill and talk to myself in the hopes that no one walks in and finds out exactly how crazy I am!  Goodness, where’s a skull to talk to when I need it!?

Until next time friends!

Author: alisonlcohn

Graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Communications Advertising. Traveled a bit. Taught for two years. Administered aptitude tests for a while. Worked as a Training Associate for Guardian Mortgage and a Quiz Master for Geeks Who Drink. Obtained my Master's in Film, Television and Screen Media in London, England. Now working as a small-group travel coordinator. Nice to meet you!

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