okay woah.

i swear i ran the boston marathon today ::flexes finely-toned muscles::

now, i borrow a calculator from maggimus to take my midterm (ick) for, you see, my calculator has been MIA for about two weeks ::eyes dart around accusingly::

side note: midterms suck.

then, after lunch, it comes to be maggie's turn for the calc back. so, naturally, i reach for it in my blue bag thing i got from santa clause. however, to my utter shock as well as complete surprise, the bag is not there!

side note: i never lose anything. ever.

so, in a guilt-infused panic, i retrace my steps as everyone else goes along merrily to class.
and i retrace my steps some more.
and i retrace them some more.
and i retrace them even more.
now, we must remember as i recount this tale of lung-straining woe, not only are all my classes strategically placed so that each is as far from all the others as humanly possible but i am s p r i n t i n g to each one.
i retrace all the way back to third period, politely interrupting several classes on the way.

by "politely interrupting" i do of course mean "bursting in and demanding the whereabouts of my bag and its contents."
the best whispered side conversation resulting from my intruding on class time that i will overhear is when i have retraced to my third period class, and it goes something like this:
"who is that?"
"yeah i recognize her..."
"oh! morning announcements!"
"oh yeah!"
"...what's she doing here?"
"i dunno, that's weird"
"yeah, wierd"

so anyway, i've sprinted all over the world when inspired by last-ditch desperation, it occurs to me that miriam might have grabbed it if i had forgotten it in the lunch room. so i race downstairs and interrupt her class's midterm (tiptoeing this time, i swear).

lo and behold, like a blue lumpy cloth star on the horizon that looks an awful lot like redgate's back counter, there it sits!

so i grab it, tiptoe back out and haul derierre to maggie's class, where i interrupt their midterm, to slip in and hand her her coveted calculator.

i am a hero.

i finally arrive in adv acting, all red faced and gasping like i've just run a marathon.
a marathon for my conscience.

and i. have. won.

ink :: graphite