The Worst Case of the Mondays, Ever, in the History of Mondays

I think today was a new low as far as very bad no good days go. I woke up with a new, very painful cut on the bottom of my toe, and with something that looks suspiciously like a little boil on my ankle. I've survived for three months without getting any of this crap, so why is it starting now? I then went downtown to go to the handicraft market to pick up some souvenirs for my friends back home because I'm going to send a package back so that everyone gets things before heading home for the summer. Our bus rounds the corner to go down the seawall by the port and BAM, massive cruise ship with lots of old Australians puttering around staring at tourist maps in their wraparound sunglasses. Instantly the cost of everything in the city doubles. Nevertheless, I was feeling optimistic, so I go into the market and chat up the vendors for a while, talking about how I'm a student (not a tourist) and letting them know that I know how much things are supposed to cost, etc. I get everything I wanted, I call one of the shopkeepers for bs and he lowers the price and tosses in some stuff for free, so I'm feeling pretty good at this point in the morning since I turned around the negative cruise ship finding.

Once I get home, I read an email from my mom saying that she can't come visit anymore. I'm disappointed but I figure she's got good reasons, and try to not let this weigh down my spirits as I go to a meeting with a professor about rescheduling my exam. He sits me down and tells me that leaving early is not an option, since moving my exam around is not logistically feasible. How was this not figured out last week when he told me that it should be fine? I'm very upset leaving there, but I have a meeting with the dean tomorrow and if he decides to force the professors to let me take alternative exams it could work out, but this seems like a very slim possibility. I get home and have another email from another professor saying the same thing. Wahoo. Goodbye, dream internship, it was fun while I had my five days of being happy about you.

I take some time to myself to people watch and drink a smoothie while trying to stay calm, go to take a Fijian test and don't really register anything with that. What am I supposed to do for the summer now? I don't have any other jobs back home, and Williams didn't give me a scholarship to research here for the summer (of course). I'm very upset about this, but it's not affecting me the same way that it would have at home. At home I would have locked myself in my room and attacked anyone that came to see me with rants and cursing and overall awfulness. Here, I'm sad, but it's mostly internal - I'm still happy and smiling with my friends, and it's not really fake. Maybe Fiji has made me find a better way to cope with things during those periods when my life is a joke? That would be cool. I have to go sort out my life over the next few days, which should prove to be interesting.