That time I rode in Police Car

So I came back to Logan right? 

Right.

Well as I was leaving my house after Christmas Break, I was actually really sad.

I had been kind of dreading coming back up to Logan and I'm really not sure why.

I'm usually beyond excited to be back but this time, I honestly thought about just taking a semester off and living at home.

But due to the missionary age change, I knew I wouldn't be able to sell my housing.

So I left home, actually shedding one tear as I drove out and started on my way.

I had a feeling that something would happen on the way up there because it has just been my luck lately.

Logan has been begging me not to come back.

First, I failed my math class again and am in Math 1010 for the third time. I was beyond mad about that.

Second, my room was flooded and a part of my ceiling crashed to the ground, leaving a gaping whole in it.

(Also, due to the flooding, my room smelled like crap so the windows and fans had been on all break so my room was Antarctica, so I had my winter coat on the whole time.)

Then the car.

I just knew something would happen because I was officially on my own for Logan.

I was so close to Brigham City, literally 5 miles away and I feel this bitter cold wind hitting me

It was my heat.

Yes, my heat had stopped being hot and was freezing.

And it was 2 degrees outside already.

So I turned it off thinking it just needed a break.

I turned it back on and smelled something weird.

I knew this was not good.

So then when I noticed that my speedometer was decreasing while I was flooring my gas pedal, I pulled over to the shoulder as quickly as I could and immediately called my Dad.

Not a minute later, a police man pulled up behind me, lights flashing.

I panicked to my Dad since I have never been pulled over or in an accident so I had never spoken to an Officer.

After much deliberation and attempts to start my car back up, he kindly volunteered to drive me to the next exit where there was a rest stop that I could wait for someone to come get me.

Let me remind you that I was a little bit more than half way to Logan from Salt Lake. Making it very difficult to find someone to get me.

Also, since I had the car to myself, I took advantage of all the space and brought way too much stuff.

So, I grabbed my backpack, purse, coat and shoes and hopped in the police car.

The front seat of the police car.

There were so many gadgets, laptops, speakers, speed trackers everywhere, just so much going on!

The officer was beyond nice. 

He gave me a few directions and took my personal information since he was on duty and I just rode in his car, it was protocol. 

I very timidly walked into the gas station in the middle of nowhere and found the Subway that had plenty of seating for me to hang out on for the next hour. 

This is what I looked like upon entering. Also, I was still in my church clothes. AKA skirt, and heels.

I made several phone calls and finally got my roommates to agree to come and get me and all my stuff.

They are the best. That is for sure.

Then I waited.

My Dad called every about 10 minutes to see if anything had changed, if I had been picked up, just all of it.

When my roommates got to lovely Willard, we hopped in their car and began to make the loop back around to get all my stuff.

When we finally got there, the 4 of us and to get all of my stuff from my big Isuzu Trooper to Ashely's more compact Subaru. 

But with all these elements, ready?

1. The cars that were 5 feet from us were going 90 miles an hour

2. It was 2 degrees

3.It was freaky windy and the cars speeds were making it worse.

4. The 4 feet of snow that was right next to us.

5. The skirt that I was wearing, did not like the wind but the cars driving by got a lovely show I'm sure.

6. My heels made it almost impossible to walk in the snow

7. It was pitch black dark- no street lights.

8. We screamed the entire time.

Again, my roommates are the best. 

We finally made it back to Logan and unloaded all of my stuff at about 9:45.

I left my house at 6:30....

After much stress and bad moods, I was back in Logan.

I went to school the next day then Kaydee drove me to Brigham City where my car had been towed and was waiting at a repair shop. 

After finding out it was not in the normal Brigham City and finally found it, we dropped off my key and headed back to Logan.

The next day I find out that the engine cylinders are cracked which makes the coolant do nothing and was going to cost $2500 to fix.

We bought the car for $3000.

So, I hate my car.

It is making the first week of school extremely difficult.

But RIP Albus.

I hate you and hope to never see you again.

But yes, I rode in the passenger seat of a Police Car, with a real Officer, with his lights on, and he was giving his coordinates to other officers over the intercom the whole time.

That is the good news.