A task for this term was a three part project that needed to be completed with insight. Mayhap leaving it for the night before it’s due date isn’t very reflective but that’s the boat I had designated myself to and so I had to ore best as I knew how.
The universe wanted to make a point and teach me a lesson: you ought not to procrastinate and hurriedly complete your work a heartbeat before it’s due.
Step one in her master plan was to render my laptop completely useless; a defeated battery and a renegade charger.
Granted, I could work around this predicament for all I had to do was make the five minute journey on foot (in slippery flip flops) to my cousin’s place and use his printer.
Now my dear cousin is evidently tone deaf and can’t recognize a knock from a blind cat bashing at the front door to save his-or in this instance, MY-life. As I beat my aching first against the mute wooden door Mother Nature decided to serenade me with a surprise shower. Deceptive drops of devil dew danced down the vaults of the sky. At first teasing against my exposed skin but soon transformed into agressive ounces of freezing buckets from the oceans of Antarctica. My eyes prickled with the threat of bursting into it’s own downpour. My curled hands fought hard in a echolaliac battle with the rhythmic rain drops.
Dogs are faithfully man’s best friend. For the pleading barks of my dedicated dog who remained at my side during the thunderous storm caught the attention of my ear-less relatives. Who rushed to let me in and smothered me in a mass of fluffy blankets to the extent that I half missed the chattering storm.
It wasn’t for math or science or some allegedly important subject. It was for *dramatic pause* life orientation. I know. Anticlimactic, but at least I’ve followed one advice of my headmistress: “Take LO seriously.”
I think it’s time to remove the jovial ‘L’ from my life orientation book label. [Currently it reads LOL]
_Quixotic Novelist
Quixotic Novelist 