As you may
recall, last time I was in the process of relating to you (through the use
of an exceptionally bad metaphor) that something about our Friday travel
plans had just "hit me." What was it exactly?
Well, in my elation at the prospect of attending a TICKERTAPE PARADE, I
naturally put the idea of Friday's classes in the back of my mind, to be
stored there with the formula for finding the area of a bounded region and
Mom's stir-fry recipe. But as I walked up to my room, I remembered
that not only was Friday the day for my 3 hour biochemistry lab...but it
was also the day for a 9:00 biochemistry test.
What would I do? Would I dare to do the unthinkable and miss the lab
and test? Or would I scoff at the chance to see the New York
Yankees' glorious march down Broadway, for the mere promise - nay, the
mere possibility, of academic success?
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BE CONTINUED --
My
goodness, but this is taking a while. My apologies if you find these
messages tedious, but I think they do a rather good job building
suspense. And it is a fairly interesting story, no?
It took me all of fifteen minutes to decide what I would do.
Elements of Biochemistry is probably the easiest class I have - I knew the
test would be no problem. And the lab would be a pain to make up,
but I could do it the week after. Yes, the decision seemed obvious -
go to New York City. But, then again, I couldn't just skip the class
without letting the teacher know! She'd be calling my room on the
morning of the test to make sure I wasn't oversleeping! The office
hours of my teacher, Dr. Irmgard Howard, had long since passed, leaving me
only one
thing to do - send an email.
But what should that email say?? Mrs. Howard is many things: a
distinguished biochemist, a middle-aged woman, rather short...but a Yankee
fan - any kind of sports fan - she is not. How could I word an email
to her without making it seem like I was dissin' her class, as I'm sure
they say in downtown Dexter. You may not agree with the wording or
spirit that I chose for my email, and I make no claim that I informed her
of all the facts. But I do feel that the message was appropriate for
the situation.
Its most important part was this, the opening sentence: "I have to go
out of town tonight, and I won't be back until Saturday or Sunday."
With this message sent, we began our final departure preparations.
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BE CONTINUED --
Part Six
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The October
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Final Bell | Journey
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An Epic Saga
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Christian
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Freshman Room
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