As you can see by this graphical representation, I should probably be doing something productive, but that's just not how I work. Also too, this may be my last post for a couple of weeks, as finals are fast approaching. Currently, I am encompassed by three presentations, a take home exam, a take home essay and a lab report, all due within the next two weeks. So what do I do? I procrastinate like a champ.
As the title of this post assures, I must be telling a story. So grab some popcorn (or various story-telling treat) and settle in youngin's.
It all started three years ago as of yesterday. 'Twas 7:30 AM and I was picking up my neighbors for school. I always took the same way to school the whole year and I assumed today would be no different. However, the previous nocht, it snowed like a mother and all the back roads that I took to school were so full of snow it was crazy. My neighbor tells me not to take the normal street which ends in an abrupt hill+curve situation, but to go the next street over.
I do so and think nothing is wrong. Keep on trucking and get the school day over and done with. So here I am, driving past woods on my left which are blocked off by a fence. I see a quick brown flash and hear a thump. Cue deer on windshield rolling over my parent's mini-van.
Naturally I slam on my breaks, throw my hazard lights on and promptly make sure nobody died (except for whatever I hit because, let's face it, it was cold out). My brother is sitting in the passenger seat, yelling that I hit a dog. I look at him with a face of disbelief and simply say, "Really? A dog?"
Next thing I know, I'm struggling to get a hold of my family members. Nobody answers, of course. My brother is sitting up in the front seat yelling that the whole front end is smashed in. Now I'm thinking that I just totaled my parent's car. AWESOME!
So, after a few brief phone conversations (with my mom, my dad, the other person I was supposed to pick up and the school) I wait on the side of the road. First, I get out and survey the damage. What do I do when I see the front end? I curse the deer and flip it the bird. This deer, which is now crawling across the road because its back legs are broken, seemed to want to take a nap...in the middle of the road. Now I feel like a douchebag.
So anyway, the police get there, get my statement or whatever they do. And I go to school. Oh, and the front end that my brother told me was totally smashed in: one broken headlight, a chip in the windshield a broken grill and a dent on the hood. Thanks brother. Thanks a bundle.
In the end, I was only twelve minutes late for school. Best/Worst half-birthday of my life!
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