Based on an (exagerated) true story
I was in my programming course, listening to teacher like a good student. He was giving us instruction for the next programming project that we had to do. Once he was done with his instruction, he let us work on the project for the rest of the class. We all started to talk to other student about how we wanted to aproach the project.
While talking to my seatmate, I put my hand on the pocket of my pants. To my surprise there was no bump there.
Impossible this is where I put my mp3 player. My headphone were hanging on my neck so my mp3 had to be in my pocket, plus, the tiny case in which I store my mp3 when I am not using it was wide open an empty.
A wave of horror resonated throughout my whole body. Had I just lost my mp3? If so how could I listen to my music? How could I handle the 40 minutes bus ride back home without my music? And how could I handle the few days it would take for me to order another one?
Would I even have the guts to order another one if I lost it? Knowing myself, I would probably wait for a few weeks before buying a new one, maybe even month. Plus, there was so much music in it and it isn't stored on my computer, if I lost it all of my music would be lost and I would have to redownload all of it. I might even forget some incredible song while redownloading all of my song.
The terror grew stronger and stronger until I look down and realise.
I was in my programming course, listening to teacher like a good student. He was giving us instruction for the next programming project that we had to do. Once he was done with his instruction, he let us work on the project for the rest of the class. We all started to talk to other student about how we wanted to aproach the project.
While talking to my seatmate, I put my hand on the pocket of my pants. To my surprise there was no bump there.
Impossible this is where I put my mp3 player. My headphone were hanging on my neck so my mp3 had to be in my pocket, plus, the tiny case in which I store my mp3 when I am not using it was wide open an empty.
A wave of horror resonated throughout my whole body. Had I just lost my mp3? If so how could I listen to my music? How could I handle the 40 minutes bus ride back home without my music? And how could I handle the few days it would take for me to order another one?
Would I even have the guts to order another one if I lost it? Knowing myself, I would probably wait for a few weeks before buying a new one, maybe even month. Plus, there was so much music in it and it isn't stored on my computer, if I lost it all of my music would be lost and I would have to redownload all of it. I might even forget some incredible song while redownloading all of my song.
The terror grew stronger and stronger until I look down and realise.