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?

-- TO 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.

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

Part Six

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 1 |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
|  Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
|  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
|  9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
|  15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
|  Part One  |  Two  |
|  Three  |  Four  |  Five  |