What a day…

My CIT weeks were due on Tuesday. I was very determined to get it in on time. My mother said, “Why don’t we just wait until tomorrow? We can talk about it then.”

I said, ” No, Mom, I have to turn it in today.”

Makario and I drove all the way downtown to the post office. The line was terrible long (taxes were due on this day, Tuesday, April 15), people were complaining and cursing under there breath, and I was afraid of being a penny short. At last, it is my turn in line. I put in my forty one cents (did you know the price is going to rise again in May?) and waited for my stamp. I had already addressed the envelope to camp. I dropped it into the box and breathed a sigh of relief. I had made it and on time at that. Huzzah for me! I am amazing.

The next day…..

“Charita, Charita, you got mail!”

I am always excited to receive mail. For some reason, perhaps the tone of Timia’s voice, I was ecstatic. I looked at the envelope.

*Gasp*

I had mailed the weeks that I wished to work to myself! I was so determined and then it comes back to me the next day. What a waste of forty-one cents.