Finally, adviser confirmed, ‘according to him,’ I was indeed graduating.
Not a shock as I thought it’d be, instead, it is as if a huge stone has been broken on my chest and now I have some breathing space.
In other news, I have a story of what happened two nights ago.
I parked my car and proceeded to walk over to the elevator (parked 6th floor) when a pretty little girl began speeding towards the elevator too. As she stood there, I noticed she seemed in a hurry or anxious, either way, she seemed out of time (lol flashback at the Timberlake movie ‘In time’). I decided to strike up a conversation as I was bored. I turned to her and said, “in a hurry?” She turned, looked at her iphone and says, “…yeah I have class and will probably forget what floor i parked on…” She shrugged and I just laughed. I instantly remembered the time I forgot which floor I had parked on and walked in circles for 2hrs until I realizes it was in a different parking structure. I told her:
“yeah, I’ve felt the same. You should write it down, would you like a pen?”
She kindly refused but still continued to converse. “At least it’s not raining.”
“I agree,” I agreed. Just then, for fun I pulled out some stickies (sticky notes) I had from the night before which I had found in the library. I then proceeded to write down, ‘don’t forget, 6th floor’ on three notes and handed her one. Instantly she started blushing and I was in a worse condition.
The elevator was here. I quickly pulled apart the remaining 2 notes, and stuck one on the elevator door as high as I could and the final one on the first floor. She giggled at this point and I laughed, “hey, you won’t forget this way, right? Now you can just worry about your classes.”
I placed my headphones on and proceeded to walk towards class.
–Good deed done haha