Worst Day Of The Semester (And It's Only 8am!)

I really considered calling this post. 'The Worst Day Ever', but then I thought I may be over exaggerating just a bit. But it is no doubt the worst day of the semester and it's only 8:30am!
Here's the story:
I wake up this morning after roughly 4 and 1/2 hours of sleep to the soothing sound of rain falling gently against my window. To my dismay I know I must wake up both physically and mentally to take a Macroeconomics final exam scheduled at 8am. Against my will, I get up, take a shower, brew some coffee, and drive to campus. By this time, it has started to pour down and of course I am at the back of the parking lot and have something like an eighth of a mile to get to my building. I get out and begin to move swiftly through the parking lot as I am pelted by large raindrops. My attempt to stay semi-dry was unsuccessful to say the least... I am almost to the crosswalk across the street from my destination when some good ol' boy comes flying through the parking lot and drenches me with the splash from a puddle he drove his jacked up F-150 through. By this time, I am just really frustrated. I get to my class to find the seating chart with my name nowhere to be found. I quickly realize that the class meeting in the auditorium is not MacroEcon, but Accounting. Awesome. I quickly go into panic mode as I ponder the consequences of not taking the final. I swiftly rummage through my binder and find the syllabus. To my relief/anger I see that the exam is in fact scheduled for the next day. Fast forward thirty minutes later and here I am. Anyway, there's my rant. Blessing in disguise, though. I can now prepare more. Also, I could have a lot more issues than a screwed up schedule. I am really blessed. No more complaining.
Grace and Peace. λύτρον