Today was a great day. On four hours of sleep I managed to recieve and somewhat give, feedback on a short story in Creative Writing, operate a camera in Broadcasting class, sit in on a CBC Radio Noon show and stay awake for the rest of my classes. Then, I dutifully went to my journalism instructor's inbox and picked up my rough draft, corrected and returned for revisions and headed to my car.
I remember carrying my bright pink floppy binder and the awkward large brown envelope the rough draft was secretly kept in out the side doors of the college and to the parking lot where my car was parked. From there things were a little less clear. I called my friend and simultaneously talking on the phone balancing said binder and huge envelop I got to my car.Then I placed what I think was the binder and the envelop on the roof of the car in order to open the car door with the keys. Well, I plopped my stuff onto the passenger seat and drove home.
When I got home I threw my belongings on the counter, like I always do, and was eating some turkey soup when I decided to look for the draft. Well, it was no where to be found. I looked in my car, on the counter, my bedroom. Gone. The strange thing was I brought home my pink binder, but not the draft!
I was panicking so I called my dad, who was still in the city luckily and he agreed to go see if I had indeed left it on my car and it had subsequently fallen off as I drove away. He called me from my specific instructions of where exactly I had parked my car ealier that day. After many sirens wailing in the background I finally managed to communicate where to look, and he found it! One parking lot over on the ground.
What are the chances? I think that is the luckiest story I have ever told. But then I do lose my BlackBerry a lot and have always managed to find it. But that's another story....
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