I currently go to school at Coastal Carolina in Conway, SC (whoop whoop go Chants) which is essentially 20 minutes away from Myrtle Beach. On the weekends, students pack up their surfboards and coolers and hit the sand for a mini vacation before Monday arrives and the week begins again. The weather has been beautiful thus far-a little bit hot at times but mostly sunny with a beachy breeze (forgive me for sounding like a weatherman).

According to my weather app, however, this past Tuesday was supposed to be a different story.

Sixty percent chance of rain starting at 10 o’clock and continuing throughout the day. And since I had class from 9-5 I knew I had to take preventive measures to avoid getting soaked.

Boy oh boy, I was ready for that rain. I had my rain boots (knee height, rubber, totally retro), my rain jacket (monogrammed with school color–perfect for teal tuesday) and my umbrella. A little bit of precipitation was not going to rain on my parade (i hate me too).   <——–(my expectations of Tuesday)

But then 10 o’clock came, no rain. 11 o’clock, no rain. Noon, no rain. I started to feel like one of those people who buys 60 loaves of bread for the day that they are CONFIDENT is going to be the apocalypse and then feels stupid when they end up having to go to work and eat sandwiches for the next 4 months despite what the “stars” told them.

My pride was a little bit tarnished. Not to mention my rain boots were giving me blisters.

And if things couldn’t get any worse, while I was walking to my last class I passed a kid who turned to his friend and said, “dude, why is that girl wearing rain boots?”

Ok.

What do you mean, “why is that girl wearing rain boots?”

That’s a good question, sir.

Hmm…

I don’t know….

MAYBE I WORE RAIN BOOTS BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO RAIN?!!

ONE DOESN’T SIMPLY WEAR RUBBER FROM THE CALF DOWN TO MAKE A FASHION STATEMENT..!!!

Punk…

AND TURNS OUT, I was correct. It ended up raining for about 15 minutes while I was in class (of course). And now Conway, SC is in the middle of a giant flood which most of the nation knows as Hermine.

SO HAH.

Anyways, as a result of this embarrassing encounter I have learned a few things.

Number one: If my acting career doesn’t work out, I am going to be a weather woman because they can be completely incorrect and no one blames them.

Number two: Rain boots don’t match with very much–especially the beating sun.

Number three: Haters gon’ hate.

Hopefully the next time it rains, I will take this experience and allow myself to learn from my mistakes.

Because after all…

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, but about learning how to dance in the rain.”

Even if your rain boots give you blisters.

Xoxo,

Emma

 

Sources:

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