(262) A Good-Luck Penny
I have been walking with a penny in my left shoe for most of today. I think of it as a good-luck penny, though, because in spite of getting merely three hours of sleep, and in spite of a ridiculous run-back-home-to-do-forgotten-errands trip, I'm still chugging.
Here's the ridiculous part. Due to staying up way too late from watching anime (Bokurano, in case you wanted to know) I managed to forget to bring our family's car inside the garage and give $5 to my little sister for her National Spanish Exam fee. So after I rode the bus down to campus and had my 10am Spanish class, I rode back to my house on the 11:15 bus, where (I calculated) I had about 13 minutes to give my sister her money and park the car, before I had to catch the next bus to campus for work at 12.
So it went. I sprinted off the bus to my house, opened the car door, tossed my backpack on the passenger seat, got on, and steamed towards my sister's school at 45mph. Getting there, I parked the car with a loud crunch, scraping the front part on a particularly jutting piece of concrete, ran out, and tried the school doors. They were locked. It turned out that the main office and the open doors were on the other side of the school, so I sprinted my way around the enormous building, went into the main office, dropped off the money (they made me put it in an envelope, which is considerate and safe on their part), and ran all the way back to the car. I raced back home at 45mph again, hurriedly opened the garage and parked, closed the garage, and sprinted again - into the house and out the front door, stopping only to grab my backpack and lock the doors - before running down the street to the bus stop, on par with a slow-moving car whose driver must have thought I was crazy.
I made the bus. But not to work, unfortunately - I got there at 12:30pm. But I still made it.
The penny dropped from a hole in my pants pocket down my pant leg and into my shoe. This was when I was running towards my sister's school, and I didn't have time to take it out. Plus, I told myself it was a lucky penny and didn't mind it staying there. It's still there - moving around under my sock. I can feel it whenever I walk, and even when I don't walk. I think it helped me keep awake during my writing class - which ended on a good note. I feel like I finally said something of use that I wasn't embarrassed about (topic was an important moment in our writing life, going around the room). Also, this one guy mentioned Animorphs as his important moment in writing. He's not a talker, either, and I feel a general camaraderie partly for that reason - also partly for the fact that unlike nearly everyone else in the room, he's not pretentiously well-dressed. Which basically means that he's wearing an T-shirt and jeans and well-used sneakers, instead of loafers and khakis, and whatnot (for the guys; girls are different obviously) and I feel like I can hang with this sort of person at least, because I dress like that too. (This is probably very superficial, but when you're in a room where people are wearing designer ballet flats or vintage coats and berets or trendy scarves and you have on non-fitting pants and old sneakers you wear everyday and a shirt that has a pretty color but is not shape-forming or fitted in the least - well, things like that get to you, even if you try not to let it.) Anyway, we'll see how this person's character is like, and how he writes - but so far he seems cool.
Here's the ridiculous part. Due to staying up way too late from watching anime (Bokurano, in case you wanted to know) I managed to forget to bring our family's car inside the garage and give $5 to my little sister for her National Spanish Exam fee. So after I rode the bus down to campus and had my 10am Spanish class, I rode back to my house on the 11:15 bus, where (I calculated) I had about 13 minutes to give my sister her money and park the car, before I had to catch the next bus to campus for work at 12.
So it went. I sprinted off the bus to my house, opened the car door, tossed my backpack on the passenger seat, got on, and steamed towards my sister's school at 45mph. Getting there, I parked the car with a loud crunch, scraping the front part on a particularly jutting piece of concrete, ran out, and tried the school doors. They were locked. It turned out that the main office and the open doors were on the other side of the school, so I sprinted my way around the enormous building, went into the main office, dropped off the money (they made me put it in an envelope, which is considerate and safe on their part), and ran all the way back to the car. I raced back home at 45mph again, hurriedly opened the garage and parked, closed the garage, and sprinted again - into the house and out the front door, stopping only to grab my backpack and lock the doors - before running down the street to the bus stop, on par with a slow-moving car whose driver must have thought I was crazy.
I made the bus. But not to work, unfortunately - I got there at 12:30pm. But I still made it.
The penny dropped from a hole in my pants pocket down my pant leg and into my shoe. This was when I was running towards my sister's school, and I didn't have time to take it out. Plus, I told myself it was a lucky penny and didn't mind it staying there. It's still there - moving around under my sock. I can feel it whenever I walk, and even when I don't walk. I think it helped me keep awake during my writing class - which ended on a good note. I feel like I finally said something of use that I wasn't embarrassed about (topic was an important moment in our writing life, going around the room). Also, this one guy mentioned Animorphs as his important moment in writing. He's not a talker, either, and I feel a general camaraderie partly for that reason - also partly for the fact that unlike nearly everyone else in the room, he's not pretentiously well-dressed. Which basically means that he's wearing an T-shirt and jeans and well-used sneakers, instead of loafers and khakis, and whatnot (for the guys; girls are different obviously) and I feel like I can hang with this sort of person at least, because I dress like that too. (This is probably very superficial, but when you're in a room where people are wearing designer ballet flats or vintage coats and berets or trendy scarves and you have on non-fitting pants and old sneakers you wear everyday and a shirt that has a pretty color but is not shape-forming or fitted in the least - well, things like that get to you, even if you try not to let it.) Anyway, we'll see how this person's character is like, and how he writes - but so far he seems cool.