Stupid Segment 2.
In Michigan, you take Segment 1, then 6 months of normal driving w/supervision, taking Segment 2 at some point in those 6 months, then at the end, taking your road test. That's how you get a drivers license.
Well, I signed up for a Segment 2 course that was supposed to start today a week ago, over the phone. Get to the place, it's at a different high school than mine, one with THIRTY-SEVEN BUILDINGS built in a maze-like pattern. The best description to how I get to the right building is, "It's at the new library, but not the one that smells bad. The other one."
I have no idea where the new library is, and it's raining in a torrential fashion this whole time, so I obviously can't smell anything. I spend half an hour running around these school grounds, which I learn near the end span about a mile and a half from one end to another, and 3/4s of a mile the other way.
I FINALLY find the visitor's office, which points out that the right building if half a mile back. Run over there. The doors are all locked. Run back. "Oh, well, everyone that goes here knows that the only way to get in that building off-hours is through the side doors. There's still a 'janitor-only' sign on them, but we're taking that down right before school starts, as to avoid confusion."
...Right.
Run back to the building. Enter the doors. Roam through a pretty big building, can't find anything. No rooms are lit, nobody inside but a...janitor. He don't know nuttin'. That's exactly how he said it, too. Run back to the visitor's office. By this point, I'm twenty minutes late to the start of the class. They tell me that it's actually in the BASEMENT of the building. WTF high school has a fucking basement? Can't you just assign one of your fucking buildings to do basement-related activities? Run back to the basement.
There's nobody down there. Lit, but nobody down there, and I tried to force some of the doors, because at this point I don't trust them to be REALLY locked. Like there's some kind of secret code of knocks to get in, or something. Run back to the visitor's office. I ask her, soaked and feeling the onset of a cold, if there's any way that the class might've been cancelled. Her reply: "Oh, right. I forgot about that. Didn't you get the letter?"
If I WENT TO THE SCHOOL, WOULD I BE IN THE VISITOR'S OFFICE!?
So, I call the place that told me that classes were then. The person's reply: "Oh, we called everyone that was to attend the class. It was cancelled two weeks ago. If you want to take Segment 2, you'll have to wait to November. Wait, you ARE a (insert name of the school here, it's some ridiculously-long Native American name) student, right? Didn't you get the letter?"
IT WAS CANCELLED A WEEK BEFORE THEY LET ME SIGN UP!
Nuts.
