For awhile I let the world lull me into a false sense of security, my life seemed to be looking up. After two years of trial and error my medication cocktail was finally perfected; I no longer had to deal with a muted shade of happiness and enjoyment. I passed the GED and finally signed up for college. For once it seemed that my life was going somewhere.
I was apprehensive when I started college, but that soon slipped away. It is completely different from highschool, I was amazed that what people said was true. This was something I could deal with, compared to highschool this was a dream, perhaps even a small glimpse of heaven.
However it seems the world has decided my time in the sun is up. Like most things it starts off small, if noticeable at all. I was blinded by my surroundings, occupied with trying to integrate myself, on an emotional high. In other words, the perfect time to strike.
The second day of school I went to purchase textbooks. I could only find my psychology book, both the books I needed for writing were gone. I should have expected it coming after that, but for once I was optimistic. The bookstore claimed there was a "computer glitch" and were unsure when more would come in.
I left thinking that I'd just have to wait, my classmates were in the same situation, so we couldn't be penalized for it. However, a classmate informed me that amazon.com had both books I needed. The option seemed perfect and to top it off Amazon HQ is near Seattle meaning shipping would be fast. I ordered the books.
One book shipped the next day, the other for some reason the day after that. I thought I was in a safe place, surely I'd have the books before the bookstore got their act together. Thursday the bookstore got in both books. I still wasn't worried, my books would be here soon, and we weren't even using the books yet.
I'm sure most of you can see where this going, after all we are talking about me.
We started using one of the books.
Saturday I got one of the books, the one we haven't use yet naturally.
I wasn't going to let it get to me. It couldn't get to me, I felt like a new person. But I didn't count on the snowball effect. Bigger, and bigger, I was only hanging on by the skin of my teeth. I held out, knowing that each business day brought me closer.
Out came the trump card; a take home paragraph answer quiz on chapter 2 (the writing process) and the example essay. I felt my body wanting to panic, I felt my anger surging. But all hope was not lost. The book might of come today, waiting for me to check the mailbox...
Fate, however, decided not just to be cruel, but also ironic. The book did come, but the mail man was a substitute. Instead of leaving the book at the leasing office (which the mailboxes are attached to nonetheless) he left a slip of paper stating that I could pick it up tomorrow...
Is this what I get for trying to take initiative?