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The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My Spring Semester Experience Update

Thursday, March 22nd, 2018

My first fully unfortunate week of this semester began Monday, March 12. It was already a stressful day having had a bad weekend.

My Basic Photography class goes from 6-10 p.m. I was leaving my dorm room when I discovered that I locked my keys and camera inside. It took me a few minutes and some choice words to calm down, but once I did, I just went to my class. On my way over to Lockman Hall, some guys thought I was someone else, and I just ignored them, which isn’t really how I should’ve handled it, but I was having a rough time. When I got to my class, Charles Wheeler, my photography teacher, told me he remembered to bring a cleaner for my camera’s sensor. Of course it was the same day I locked my camera in my dorm room.

On Tuesday, I decided to go to my friends’ house because I needed some assistance finding Command hooks. I know, lame excuse, but I needed a little normal in my crazy life. My best friend, Rachel, went with me to Walmart, where we both had an awkward encounter. We were walking through the parking lot when a man in a white SUV pulled up next to us and said, “Hey, ladies”, as if he was about to ask something, so I stopped and my friend who wasn’t paying attention said, ‘What?’

He asked us if we knew what a pall bearer was. We just stared at him like he was asking us a trick question. He just continued, unfazed by our confusion. “You know, the ones who carry the caskets? What do they call them in Oklahoma?” the man asked. I was just too weirded out that he was bringing up such a random subject so I answered, “Um, I don’t know, what?” He chuckled and said, “A Karae-Okie”.

Rachel and I looked at each other and then back to him and just pretended we heard the funniest joke ever, which, to be honest, was a clever one. He told us another joke, but we were already walking away.

Thursday night, I made a horrible decision to drink a Monster Energy drink at 6 p.m. Once 3 a.m. came around I was so exhausted, but also couldn’t go to sleep. My brain was just running non-stop. I thought about nothing and everything for hours. I tried getting up and walking around, nothing happened. I also tried listening to some music that had no lyrics, and reading, to calm me down.

There was a train that I could hear every two hours, and right when I would get relaxed, I there would either be a loud whistle or the wind blowing against the window.

At 5 a.m., I figured it was pointless to keep trying.  I knew my roommate had to get up at 6 a.m., so I figured I would just sleep when she left. By that time, I remembered an algebra assignment I had completely forgot about and finished it. Then I started to get ready for the day.

I tried everything to make myself not look like a zombie, I even dressed up and put makeup on. I have to say, for someone who pulled an accident all-nighter, I didn’t look as awful as I felt.

Every Friday, I deliver The Collegian at 8 a.m., so I was walking over to the building, another Monster in my hand, trying to hide my symptoms of fatigue. When I was done delivering, I headed to my class and told my friends about my horrible accident of staying up all night.

The rest of the day was super hard. I had a ponytail holder on my wrist that I kept snapping on my skin to keep myself awake. I didn’t even eat until I got home, which was scary because I was so tired, but I managed to drive home fine. Once I was finally in Little River I relaxed and passed out on the couch.

On the bright side, Saturday was a good day for me. It was St. Patrick’s Day and I actually felt more rested than ever. I was with my mom and my sister. We ended up going to Wichita to shop and two unfortunate things happened. But not to me.

I’m pretty sure it had to do with me being the only one in green. Long story short, my sister lost her phone in the Warren Theater bathroom and I had to go in and help her after she was done hyperventilating. Then my mom lost her credit card and thought she threw it away in a gas station trash can while she was getting gas. So we were digging through the nasty trash when my sister goes, “Here it is!” And pulled it out of the door handle cubby. Good thing I always have hand sanitizer with me.

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna

Wednesday, November 15th, 2017

Brenna Eller

Opinion Editor

So this past weekend I went to Las Vegas with my best friend to go to a Marine Ball. As I was there, I couldn’t help but think of the time I went to Washington D.C. my junior year of high school because that was the last time we had flown together.

The history teacher at Little River, Mr. Keith Rains, takes students every year to Washington D.C. during the summer with a group from surrounding areas. I’m not sure how he has gone time and time again, but I think I’m good with not going for a while.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast on the trip and loved the memorials, but since I am an Eller, and my two older sisters had been forgetful the years they went to Washington, I was just bound to forget something too.
That being said, my oldest sister wandered away from the group a lot when she went, scaring Mr. Rains quite a bit, and my other sister left her phone under a bench on Capitol Hill. Luckily there was a guy in her group who was training for a marathon, so he ran back and got the phone for her.
Me being the most irresponsible, unlucky, and clumsiest of the Ellers, just had to one-up them. I left much more than a cell phone. In fact, I didn’t lose my cell phone of all things.
It was the first day of the trip, and I had to get up at 5:30 a.m. so we could get to the airport on time. My sister had informed Mr. Rains that I am way worse than they were and that he needed to keep an eye on me.
When we got to D.C., I went to get my suitcase from the baggage claim. There were so many people, I felt claustrophobic. I tried to squeeze myself into the crowd and accidently bumped into an older lady. I said, “Sorry, excuse me.” She just looked at me like I slapper her in the face or something and shoved me back. So, I just waited until people cleared out to get my bag and moved onto the metro platform.
One of the leaders of our group told us to wait, because the metro that pulled up wasn’t the right one. so I decided to take my backpack that I had been lugging around off. Then the same leader said, “Nevermind, this is us, everyone get on!” So I grabbed my suitcase and got on so I wouldn’t miss it.
It had just started to rain when we got to our stop near the hotel we were staying at. One of the people in our group asked me if she could use my umbrella that I was so happy I brought before.
I said,” Sure!” As I reached behind me, I already knew the inevitable. It was like my heart dropped not only to my stomach, but to my feet.
I started having a mini panic attack and laughed hysterically. I just could not believe I would lose my backpack that had my camera in it, my purse, money, social security card, and umbrella.
I ran to Mr. Rains and he could tell by the horrified look on my face that I had lost something. He said, “What was it?” and I told him where I last saw it. It was at the airport metro platform.
So, we left our group and ran to catch a metro going back to the airport. We finally found the right one and hopped on. When we got to the platform, it was a ghost town. There were zero security guards in sight. I thought I was losing my mind. I was so scared. Finally, we got to a booth where four or five security guards were standing bent over rummaging through something.
Mr. Rains asked if they had found a blue bag with elephants on it and one lady looked at me and said, “What’s your name?” I answered her and she looked at an I.D, then said, “It’s her.” I was just thinking to myself, Oh crap! I’m in a lot of trouble, they think I’m a bomb terrorist, I can’t be seen in this place ever again.
Then I had to sign a paper that stated that everything I had was in the bag. I was so relieved I think I may have teared up a bit. As we were getting to the hotel area, it started to just downpour.
So I got out my umbrella and we shared it walking to the hotel. As I was approaching the rest of our group, someone had started a slow clap and all of a sudden everyone was slow clapping for me. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at anyone.
On the bright side, I took a lot of great pictures and the rest of the week went smoothly even though I had people asking me if I had my bag everyday.