Eck. This day started horribly. I was running late to begin with, and to make it on time, would probably have to sprint from the parking lot to my class. I knew I'd have to drive quickly, since I usually only go the speed limit. Turns out, I couldn't even go the speed limit. The first thing I noticed was that my car accelerated really slowly. It accelerates slowly to begin with, but now it was like..."Hello? I'm pressing the gas, hun, wanna go?" Then, when I did go, even at twenty miles per hour, the engine sounded very, very loud, and I checked the RPMs, and they were up there, between four and five thousand. Now, if you get to six thousand, it is deadly for the engine. It really would not be a good idea for me to ruin the engine, now would it? I kept going slow. The gears would not change! Sometimes, they did change, but the car was acting so weird. When I got to Bowles, which I could only go on at about 25 miles per hour, the car was acting even weirder. Sometimes, it'd be going. And sometimes, it felt like it was just rolling. I stopped at the stoplight, and was on the verge of tears. For crying out loud, I'm on transmission number two, and it decides to go bonkers again. Then, when it was time to go, because the light turned green (I was still in drive), so I first let the break off. And it was very strange...the car rolled backwards. Now, when you are in drive, that is NOT supposed to happen. My transmission was slipping! My car was screwed. When I should have easily made the light, and it turned red with a huge gap in front of me and the poor guy caught behind me glowering at me, I figured I shouldn't even be driving this piece of crap Ford had the nerve to call a car. My dad's office was a block or so away, so I decided to drive there to park. And on the way, the transmission was slipping so badly, it was like a rhythm...glide, jerk, glide, jerk, glide, jerk. It was horrifying. I didn't know if I'd even make it to the parking lot in front of Dad's office. But I did, and just my luck, when I got there, no one was there. So I called home, where no one answered, and sobbed a message on the machine hoping someone would call. I tried again later, and begged for someone to pick up the phone, and my dad finally did. So when he came to work, he drove me to school. We left the car in the parking lot, because it would have to be towed, for sure. BTW, this is the second time my purple people eater is getting towed. So...yeah. I was only thirty minutes late to school, man. It was great. Luckily, the day got much better after that. We won in tennis, and I enjoyed many of my classes. It was a good day. I won't let the retardo car ruin it!