This country needs a hug

So I know this is an odd note to start out on, but if I meet one more angry person, I'm going to implode. I know, turn the other cheek, kill them with kindness, all that jazz, but SERIOUSLY- put down the coffee and get a happy pill. I've never been so upset at other people being upset! (Five consecutive days of gray may be getting to me). Almost everyone here acts like other human beings on the planet earth are the biggest inconvenience they could ever conceive!

Just today: (and I've only been interacting with people for about two hours) FIRST, I walk into breakfast at 8:45 am. I'm just going to get a nice start to the day (as breakfast does) and then the porter tells me (for the second time since I've been here) "You're going to need to start waking up a little earlier." He says this with a completely straight face, no joke involved.
  I'm thinking "WHAT? It's 8:45!" I say, "Oh, I thought breakfast ended at 9:00." But so intimadated by being reprimanded I continue, "I promise I will, sir. I'm sorry." So then I walk into breakfast with my head down, not nearly as excited about the cold toast and oats as I had been before.
   I get into the main breakfast area and this same porter says to one of the women serving breakfast, "Am I right, [cannot remember the woman's name], in saying breakfast ends at 8:45?"
   She responds to him, "No, [porter's name], it ends at 9:15."
   He says, "Oh." Then he looks over at another student and says, "Well, that's that then. You were right."
I squeeze behind the man to get on in line. "HA," was going through my head, as well as, "At least I'm not the only one." But I'm still a bit upset, "Calm down breakfast police!"
   As I'm leaving breakfast the porter is standing in the doorway to the dining hall staring down everyone who is still sitting down eating breakfast.
   So, I think to myself on the walk back to my room, "Maybe he has a family member or a close friend who works in the dining room and always complains about students coming in at the last minute." This is a very plausible situation and he could just be defending someone he knows. It could all be out of care, so I take a deep breath and consider "I don't know what's going on. Don't take it personally."

   Most unfortunately, my day keeps going after breakfast. So I go to my lecture. We're talking about Shakespeare. The lecture is on The Taming of the Shrew which we have just read. I, personally wasn't super offended by the play, but we got to hear about a good number of people who were (and conversely, who were not).

   Anyway, after the lecture, I make my way to the English office because we have an assignment due next week and I needed to pick up something called the "Guide to Good Writing." So, I get to the office and no one is at the desk, so I kind of look around the office a bit. Then, about five minutes later, someone in the back realizes I'm standing there so she walks up and says in a disgruntled manner, "Can I help you." I tell her as kindly as I know how that I have a few questions. I think there was an eye roll somewhere after this. I'm a bit confused, but I go ahead. First I say I need this "Guide to Good Writing."
She says, "We're sold out." She then says, as though she can't believe I don't know this, "You should be able to get it online."
   I say, "Oh, ok!" I then inquire about a cover sheet for essays.
   She points to the desk and says, "They're right there."
   "Oh, I respond. Great, thanks." I grab the sheet and hurry out. I then realize that I forgot to ask my last question so I turn around and enter the office again. She's already gone from the front desk. A man walks up with a stack of papers, but evidently inquiry was written all over my face and he says, "I can't help you."
   I smile and say, "Oh, ok. I'll just wait..." I look over the desk a bit and Cheerful Personified is sitting a ways back. My stomach drops as I realize she's probably the only one who will be able to help me.
She begins to walk up and looks disgusted that I have returned. I look down to notice her sweater that has a pink cupcake with sprinkles on it-- if only clothes were telling of personality. I swallow in a bit of fear and say, "Hi, I forgot I had one more question. I'm supposed to get a form for my essay at the end of the semester [which I'm doing instead of the final exam]. I don't know exactly where I'm supposed to go to get that, but everyone I've asked told me to come here."
   She responds, "I don't know about that. You should ask your course coordinator. What class are you taking?"
   I respond, "Shakespeare. Reading Shakespeare... I think the coordinator is Dr. Gordon."
About half way in to my sentence she had turned around and started looking into this herself. She looks this up on the course catalogue and says, "Yes, Dr. Andrew Gordon. You'll need to email him and ask."
(This is about the fourth time I've been referred somewhere else on this matter.)
   I nod my head. Her face is dead pan. "Ok, thanks," I respond. "Sorry to be..."
She turns around and says, in a not-very-convincing tone, "No bother." I watch her walk away.
I let out a sigh of relief and then turn to the door dejectedly. Whew. I never thought I would miss southern "hospitality" so much.

   And these two are just a brief sample. I haven't even mentioned the bus driver, the other bus driver, the ticket clerk, the gym instructor, the women behind the desk at the gym, the other porter who insists I say "please," the scottish terrier...

   BUT, that's not to say I haven't met nice people! I've found very pleasant people. The lack of vitamin D just leaves a bit of a frustrated gloom in the air.

   In more optimistic news, I went indoor climbing last night and it was AWESOME. Super great. The sun came out for about ten minutes today and I just happened to be outside for those ten minutes!

   Now I think I should get off to my paper and reading.

P.S.
Stephanie Milazzo- they could really use your life rule and your presence in general around here :)