Spring Break: Part One

I know it is just the beginning of my spring break but already so much has happened. Originally, Michael and I were hoping to make it to his house for the break, but with flights costing so much this week we weren't able to afford the trip. So instead, I was hoping to make it into Chicago and stay at my uncle's place for a couple of days, but he left for a cruise the day before I contacted him so those plans fell through too. So it looks as if I will just be getting a head start on all my homework and term papers which is probably a good thing.

Last night Nick came over to watch the Oscars and partake in delicious wings. Right as Ryan Reynolds was introducing the best picture nominee District 9, my phone rang. On the other end of the line was a nurse who said she was calling on behalf of Anne. Anne had fallen while skating and fractured her wrist. She asked me if I was on campus and I told her that I was next to campus, so she gave me the street address of the emergency room and asked if I could come get Anne and her car. I of course said yes. When I went to plug the address into the GPS, I found out that Anne was not at a South Bend ER but at the Kalamazoo ER over an hour away. So Nick, Michael, and I all piled into the PT Cruiser and set out for Kalamazoo, MI.

After traveling through the very dark back country roads of Michigan, we finally reached the hospital. Anne needed to pick up her prescription before we left town since they wouldn't let her carry the prescription across state lines. I left with Anne in her car and Michael and Nick headed home in the PT. As we were driving through town, I kept thinking to myself how dim Anne's headlights were. Suddenly, I saw red and blue lights flashing in my mirror. I pulled over and stopped the car. Finally, the officer walked up to our car. He very politely introduced himself and told us that one of our headlights was out and asked us what we were doing. I explained that Anne had just broken her arm and that we were going to the pharmacy and then home.

"Where is home?"

"South Bend, IN."

Now, a very confused cop asked us why we were in Kalamazoo. We explained that Anne comes here for skating. He was still confused because we live in Indiana, but our plates are from Delaware, Anne's home state. So we explained that we are students at Notre Dame. I think he was still confused when he let us go, but all he did was run my license and tell us to drive carefully.