if I had known it would be like this, I would have worn better shoes

A few days ago, probably only one though it feels longer because of the traumatic events I'm relaying, M and I were on our way to meet Des to officially sign up for our gym membership when I realized the battery light was on and then suddenly I could not turn the car. I had no power steering. Since we were basically still in the parking lot of the apt. complex, I was able (with difficulty) to turn into the next drive and maneuver the car back to the apartment where we started up M's car. Since the Ford of Champaign worked on my car when the heater motor went out, we thought we'd take the car back to them. The incredibly kind and helpful guy explained that my battery light came on because the serpentine belt which I replaced last year had broken or come unwound for some reason. The guy was convinced something was amiss because the belt was so new and yet it had broken. After a few hours of inspecting the car, the guy calls with incredibly bad news. I wonder how many times a day he has to deliver such sad news to people. I wonder if people cry or pass out; I felt like doing both because as it turns out, my power steering pump, and rack both broke. It's expensive to fix and will take a few days to get the parts in before they can start working on it.

Luckily, I just got financial aid. Goodbye financial aid. Luckily, it happened when I could do something about it. Luckily, Michelle's mom has been kind and generous and let us use her van. Luckily my friends, Marie and Oren are lovely and have been carting me around. There are a lot of things to be grateful for in this situation. How much it costs to fix the car is not one of them.