So. . .while I was at work, Taevan's wife had just driven up and said that she had outrun the hail, so Otis told me to bring my car in the shop. I did so, he pulled his truck in, and Jeff pulled his car in. About ten seconds later, no joke, the hail came flying; it sounded like hundreds of baseball bats hitting the roof of the shop. A door flew up, and we all ran around latching all eight doors down, and in the process, I apparently sliced my finger and part of my hand because I noticed blood stains on my hand, mixed in with dirt, yay. Then Taevan told me I had a window to get home if I wanted to, so I took it, doing about 70 on the way home in order not to get caught up in the storm was was following me. So. . . now that I here, I'm not getting back out.

Spanish placement test is next week. This week alone, I've studied at least seven hours. Woo, go me.