<human>: Could you distill the essence of the text into 1-3 sentences?

First day of my flight attendant class was over and I walked out of the building towards my car. I had parked it on the street right beside the school, next to a tree. As I turned the corner, I can't see it. I have a red Smart, so it's easy to identify (not many around where I'm from). I freak out immediately. I walk up and down the street several times and get water in my eyes as my new classmates pass by thinking I'm nuts. I call my dad, start crying and shaking, he tells me he'll call the police and says I should head back to school to get help. I get in the reception, crying like a fucking baby, everybody stops and stares while I try to say my car got stolen in between sobs. Some of my classmates try to help and get the school's director. He comes out and asks me to show where I had parked. We walk down the street and I show him the empty space next to the tree. He asks if I'm sure, if it wasn't next to some other tree or another street. I say I'm positive. He walks another block down and as the street ends, he turns right to keep going. And I see a red car on the corner. My red car. I start crying again with some tears of joy, but mostly with tears of embarrassment. The police where on the way, my dad was on the way and I had just made a scene in my first day of class. The director turns to me and says "I'm glad you will have Navigation classes here. You need them badly."
<bot>: made a scene in my whole school about how my car had just been stolen to find out I had actually parked it elsewhere.*