Tuesday, May 3, 2011

I'd only waste it again.

So there I am, minding my own business, feverishly typing up a paper due that was due in six hours. I had spent the day in St. George washing windows, playing Mario Kart, and eating homemade cupcakes at my brother's birthday party, trying to forget about my collegiate alter ego's scholastic responsibilities. I arrived back in Cedar at around 11:30 and immediately felt the colossal tidal wave of impending deadlines crash down on my weary body. I somehow found the strength to crawl to the nearest refuge, the 24 hour computer lab full of my fellow peers, their desperation apparent in the frenzied clacking from typing on the keyboards. It lifted my spirits to know I wasn't alone.

It was around 1:30 when I heard the scream. Not the scream of a frustrated student who had forgotten to push save before closing their word document- no. It came from directly outside the building. It was the sound of a man whose life had come to an abrupt and violent end. The scream was initially acknowledged only by a few swift glances to the door by a couple of distracted students, but the second time it was not so easily ignored. The gaggle of abercrombie-clad girls sitting nearby giggled stupidly and I made eye contact with the boy sitting five chairs away from me. We exchanged looks of horror, but he quickly returned to the safety of his computer screen. I, however, warily surveyed the room, carefully calculating my chances for survival for I alone recognized that god-forsaken scream. That terrible sound had been the last utterance from a man who had clearly just been devoured alive by a SWARM OF FLESH-EATING ZOMBIES!!!!!!

After desperately searching for an escape route I came to the dismal conclusion that there was no escape. I was damned to become a savory entree in an all-you-can-eat human buffet for the living dead...

I thought back to the events that had occurred earlier that day; how I had danced barefoot in the grass... how my little baby kitty cat had crawled sleepily into my lap... how my sister had worn a safari themed outfit and felt a little insecure about it, but still looked so beautiful... and I realized it was in these seemingly wasted hours that my time on this earth had been best put to use. I was grateful and at peace. Then I finished my paper and walked home alone in the dark.

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