...aaaand I jinxed myself

I'm never saying I had a great day again. EVER.

Right after I submitted last night's blog entry, just as I was closing my computer and heading to bed, W asked me to come upstairs for a minute. I walk into Sylvie and Nina's room (they're roommates), and five girls are sitting in there (which, first of all, shouldn't even happen, because after 10:30 everyone is supposed to be in their own room). Sylvie and N (not Nina, a different one) are in a HUGE argument because N thinks Sylvie stole her phone, and she thinks it's in Sylvie's pink box. Sylvie doesn't want anyone to look in her pink box because she says it's her private stuff, and she's offended that N immediately targeted her as the thief. N says she didn't immediately target Sylvie, but if she did, she'd have good reason to (I've heard from multiple people that Sylvie has a history of lying and taking other people's things).

Anyway, I'm sitting there on Nina's bed and they're all looking at me (literally and figuratively) for a solution to this problem. And... I have no freaking idea what to do. Luckily, Caroline heard all the commotion and came downstaris at some point and took everything into her capable, experienced hands. I guess all that TCI/active listening training does come in handy sometimes.

So long story short, I was working an hour and a half after I was supposed to get off. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to get up at 6 am!!! So I got 4 hours of sleep. I know I'm mostly thinking about how the situation affected me. But that's because it was frusturating. Both the girls were mad and uncooperative even though Caroline and I were just trying to help. Also, I talked to Sylvie's grandma, who was mad, and N's mother, who was mad. I mean, people, there's only so much we can do. As Caroline said earlier, if I could wave a magic wand and make N's phone appear out of thin air, I would. But both Caroline and I have searched all the girls' rooms (I'm talking, underwear drawers and all) and found nothing. So at this point, we've done all we can. And at the end of the day... it's a phone. Don't get me wrong, I'd be upset if I lost my phone, but it's not like N lost a thousand dollars or something. And I say "lost" purposefully, because we have no evidence that anyone actually stole the phone. For all we know, it could be lost in some pocket in N's bookbag.

All I can say is, I can't wait until this weekend (which starts in 7 hours)!!! I'm going to Iowa City and Lucas is taking me apple picking :) So excited to go out of town and spend some time with Lucas.

--Rebecca