Story Time

So…I heard this story from a friend…

It goes like this…

“I had an Economics assignment due on Thursday, worth 30% of my grade. This assignment consisted of working with an excel document, doing a few regression analyses, a whole lot of calculations, and five essays…being the excellent and amazing student that I am, I completed the assignment on time…

“As I was turning this assignment in, I noticed a sticky-note on my professor’s door, written in a foreign language, but obviously it was saying “Be back Monday”. I arrived home; proceed with my nightly activities of studying, consuming random food-like things, and reading until I fell into a restless sleep.

“The next morning I awoke feeling…odd, as if something was amiss in my life. Granted, this usually means that my life is normal, yet this feeling was strange…I had the sense of being, dare I say it, an underachiever. I sat up in bed, refusing to accept this horrifying realization and decided it was only a dream (or a dreadful nightmare!) that had led me to feel this god-awful emotion. Thus, I crawled from my lofty dreamland tower and prepared for the day.

“As the day progressed, this feeling was spreading through me and growing like a parasite. I could not shake it off, so I decided to look into it. I pulled out all my schedules and scanned through everything to see if I had missed some sort of deadline or if I was behind on my work, but of course, being the OCD-ish study freak that I am, nothing was out of place.

“An hour later this feeling was hitting its climax and I was getting rather grumpy. What the heck was it? Then it hit me- I turned in the un-edited version of my Economics assignment. *screams of horror from the crowd*…The un-edited version completely left out 30% of the assignment. The creepy-crawly feeling inside me exploded and I started to panic. It was 17:30 (5:30 pm), what was I going to do?! I frantically sent the corrected version of the excel document to my professor, explaining my mistake and blatant dumbness. Then I realized something super sucky and absolutely wonderful- my professor was out of town. He would not have collected the papers from his box yet…but it was Friday, past closing hours. Great. There was no way that I was going to make it to the library, print out the correct version, bike to the university, get into the already locked building and switch out the papers…or was there?…

“Hysterical biking, printing, and more biking (this time panicked) ensued. I was going to figure this out. There has yet to be a locked building I can’t find my way into (heh…)!

“I arrived at the Economics building and the automatic doors opened before me like the gates of Heaven. This was going to work! It was going to be okay! I rushed through the lobby to the doors leading to the elevator…locked. NOOOO!!! I turned around, and went the other direction, but all the doors were locked. I couldn’t find a way in! I began thinking that maybe there was a first time for everything, maybe I was going to fail my assignment.

“As I was running around the building I heard people chattering, glasses clinking and the faint beckoning of a violin…what was this? An elegant soiree? That means the building is open…somewhere…but how to get in? I saw people rushing in and out of one of the side doors, obviously the crew working the party. Without hesitation, I went straight in the side door. Once inside, I was surrounded by crew members fumbling around preparing food and beverages. A man with the nametag “Willem” approached me, and asked me what I was doing there (in ENGLISH! HOW FREAKIN’ LUCKY?!!), and I simply told him “Oh, I’m here to help.” He nodded, turned and walked away (uhm…suggestion to catering company- get better managers?). I then realized that I had stopped breathing and was sweating like a crazy woman (sexy, eh?). I found the door leading to the elevators, got in, pushed “7” and waited for them to close…ding…ding…ding…stop. 4? I don’t want 4. I want 7. What the…the doors open, and two crew members get on, and ask something to me in Dutch. I say “sorry…what?” and the guy asks again “Why are you going up?” and I tell him “Willem asked me to get something.” This answer seemed to satisfy them, and the rest of the ride ensued in silence.

“Once on the 7th floor, I ran to my professor’s mail box, dug out my own copy, replaced it with the new copy and shoved everything back into his box. I took the stairs down, and left as quickly as possible.”

Yeah, that friend was lucky, huh? Well, if I had had an adventure as intense as hers, then I would say this:

-I’m super dumb. I risked a lot just replacing an assignment. But, after replacing it I did feel quite relieved. Yet it feels like cheating in a way, even though I printed the wrong version of the paper…So, I guess I learned how far I will go for just a little bit better of a grade.

I’ll try to keep my life interesting for you guys, or, when in doubt, tell a friend’s story…

LOVE X 1000 : 54 days!