March 24, 2015

I had prepared to leave for classes 15 minutes early but when I was about to depart I couldn’t find my bag. I ran all over campus and walked through some event going on in the gym where one had to climb a high pole and then grab a book from the shelf. This book was then to be the source of quotes for the person’s next paper. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into as I got to the top, realizing that I was supposed to grab a book and jump down at the same time.

I was still looking for my backpack to no avail. I met a teacher who was asking me about my work in other courses. He asked me if I was doing anything differently and commenting that my lacking performance in physics was “not cute”. After our conversation, I spotted my bag and pair of shoes by the wall. I ran to retrieve them so I could get back to my car. By the time I was starting the car, I checked my watch and saw that I was already an hour late. I had already missed my first class of the quarter.

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It was New Years and instead of handing out money, people were giving out gum. Tradition did not specify in what form it was to be delivered. It was also the Friday of the first week back from break and I was already swamped with work. I thought to myself that it would be a good idea to do some work over the weekend as I turned around the corner.

There I met my parents and my dad gave me a huge wad of chewed up gum. It was pink and about the size of his palm. I refused and managed to fumble it onto the muddy sidewalk.

“It’s not going to rain again, is it?” asked my mom. By looking at the two pink spots of gum next to a distant doorway, I deduced that it was in fact going to rain two more times this day.