Yet Another Bad Experince

You know that feeling when you know that something is about to go wrong? I know that feeling a little too well. It seems that many times that I think that something bad is going to happen, something bad usually ends up happening. I got to stop thinking something bad is going to happen.

After a nice morning of getting ready for school, I headed out of my host parents house to get get my bike and head off to school. I started to go down a hill and thought that something was strange. I knew something instantly was going to go wrong for me or someone really close to me. I looked at my watch. I had enough time to get to school and still have time to walk around.

As I was going down the hill, I went to turn to go down the path by the Lake Vatten. I went around the corner to see an old lady speeding down the road. I tried to move out of the way, but was a little too late. She hit me and the bike, sending both of us flying off into the bushes. I knew that I was fine, but I didn't know about the car or the bike.

Of course, I am in Sweden with people who mostly speak only Swedish. The old lady got out of her car, asking in Swedish if I was okay. I said that I was fine in English. She just looked at me and asked if I was okay again. I said, ''Jag är bra.'' She looked at me and asked if I was sure. But I didn't have any idea what she was saying so I just said Ja and smiled until she drove away.

Well there I was. Sitting on the side of road. I kept thinking ''Shit! I am going to be late for school.'' I got up and knew the bike was a little messed up, but so wasn't I. I knew that I could fix the bike, but it had other plans. Everytime I would fix it, the bike would try to keep messing up. I had to walk halfway to school before I could fix the bike. My hands were all grease. I thought to myself if I wanted to work on things covered in grease I would have gone to the automotive program back home at the next town overs school.

I arrived at school just on time. But I didn't have enough time to do anything, but get to class. As soon as I walked in, my English teacher said, ''America is here! Good thing. I thought you might not take this class anymore.'' I said,''It will help the other students with their English. And they can help me with Swedish. But before the lesson starts, can I go wash my hands?'' She looked at my hands and said, "Yes! Please go!"

But after all of the "fun" and "excitment", my school day went amazingly. I talked to everyone in my English class about me. Im excited for the next English class.