Today my art final paper was due. Trying to complete this paper was insanely stressful. I spent the whole day yesterday trying to figure out what to write. First I had some trouble getting up in the morning, but I did manage to get myself to the library where i stayed all the way to dinner. I returned home after dinner with the beautiful Stephanie and continued to work at home on the coffee table. While was I was having writers block at Andrea's laptop, Stephanie was nice enough to download music onto my music empty computer since my external hard drive unexpectedly stop functioning. After some frustration, I had her calm me down while be my side at the laptop. It was then getting late and then proceeded to take her back to the dorms. Almost completing the first out of four question, I went to bed late disappointed for not completing as much work as I had earlier planned.
In the morning, I did have a slight battle against the snooze button, but I managed to get out of bed with only 30 minutes of snoozing. I proceeded then to make myself from oatmeal and logged into my Google Reader as I ate my oatmeal. After a few minutes of wasting time, I then proceeded to business. However, the more struggled to finished the more I started to panic. I ended breathing really heavy, going in a mad rant (read previous entry) end ended up punching holes into ground the small barren spot on the lawn leaving my knuckles covered in dirt and in pain. Out of desperation I pleaded with Stephanie to help me with my dilemma. Knowing that both Stephanie and I were both hungry, we went to the Pita Pit to fill our famished stomachs. After my tummy was satisfied, we return to my apartment to continue my essay struggle.
At quick glance to the prompt, "Final Due at 3pm," made me questioned my memory of Kate, my T.A., and her comment on the extending the time to 5pm. Not wanting to take a chance, I scurried over to my computer and tried to get Nasreen's cell number to call her and make sure. After many failed attempts and Marc not having anyone's number, I asked Stephanie, now off the phone, if she had Jona-beard's number. (Just a quick note, my cell was replaced earlier from recharging malfunctions causing me not to have Jona-beard's number.) After Finally reaching Jona-beard, he luckily did have her phone number and I scribbled it down on the nearest paper. Soon after our rather brief conversation, my phone was calling Nasreen. At around 2:45pm I was able to contact Nasreen. In a panicked voice I asked her whether or not she knew about the extension. Not helping with my already panicked self, she told me she had no idea and she turned her paper in already and with some sympathy in her voice wished me good luck.
My mind was racing. I had to get my paper in soon and there was no time to waste. Unfortunately, trying to save time to get to the art department, I manage to waste some time trying to look for parking. I was just going to pay for my parking and park in the wrong, but after being TAPS ticket me so often, I decided to to take the chance. Parking in the Penatland parking and pulling out my long board from the trunk, I sped to the Art building, leaving Stephanie in the dust behind me. I remembered that I have a final Friday for history, so I made a quick stop at the art department to drop off my bluebook because it might be to late when I get the chance. Stephanie managed to beat me to the art building and both entered the music library. At the sight of my two classmates in there working on their papers gave a little relief to me. I asked them quickly when the paper was due, they said 5pm. The feelings of panic left my body with the feeling of determination that I still had time to finish. The time was 3:05pm and I knew I had some more time to write, but not whole of time to waste. I furiously typed on the keyboard trying not to stop. Two questions down, two to go.
I looked at the clock when I was halfway done with my third question, 4:35pm. Stephanie was a lifesaver, she helped proofread my paper and printed them out. No, words were entering my brain. I stared at the blinking cursor, it was counting down to my doom. Nothing. The essay was still left undone and my brain feeling like an orange squeezed dry. It was time, 4:55pm. I grabbed my two completed essays and hurried out the library at the basement floor to make my way to the art department office. When I reached the grou
nd floor I was not offered a quick way to the second floor, I took the elevator. That elevator ride up to the second flood felt like it took hours. There it was, the doors to the art department. With my hand excited to grab the handles of the door I pulled and to my surprise resisted my tug. Locked.My first reaction was to look inside to see if anyone inside could let me inside to open the door. The office secretary shook her head no and turned off the lights to the room and walked away with the art adviser. I waited for them to exit from the door a few feet away front he entrance and begged them to let me turn my sloppily written papers in. "Sorry, but you should have came earlier," remarked the secretary with a that merciless face. Depressed, I walked back to the music library feeling defeated. Trying to not allow my feelings affect my behavior, I tried to act like was indifferent about was happened. The face of disappointment that covered her face made me feel terrible. I gathered up my stuff and we both slowly with our heads down left. Not wanting to give up yet, Stephanie wants to go to the second floor to see if we can figure out a way to turn the paper in. She mentioned sliding the paper under the door which was really considering. As we steadily walked to the art department contemplating the situation, there was a man just leaving the art department. I yelled, "Hold that door!" and I ran into through the door way, slid across the floor opened by backpack and placed my essays into the turn in box. Relieved, I walked out and thanked the man he had opened the door.
It then hit me. Any second later I would have failed to have turned anything in. If it was no for that stranger who opened the door my papers would still be in my hands. What were the chances that all the arbitrary events that changes ones destination, just so happened to have that stranger decide to leave and open the door at the exact moments upon my return. What urged Stephanie to have me return to the art department even though I was ready to return home defeated? God felt my desperation and decided to give me a second chance. Feeling lucky to have God on my side, I skated back to the car with Stephanie, gave her a kiss, and we drove away.
