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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Misadventures of Bicycle Commuting, part III

Today, my morning ride to school was going very well. I didn't get nearly as winded as the past two days, and so I thought I must be getting stronger already!

Then, while hanging up my bike on the rack at school, I realized that I left my backpack at home, and my supposed progress was only a result of being 20 pounds lighter on my ride. I did remember my trunk bag, which had my books in it, but my backpack at home had my laptop, notebooks, writing utensils, and, most importantly, my coffee (the school's coffee is terrible, so I had to make my own).

I knew Ian was home, so I could call him and have him deliver my backpack to me. But my phone was in my backpack at home. Do they even make payphones anymore? How can I call him without a cellphone? Furthermore, do I even remember my own inamorato's phone number?

Luckily, I ran into one of my friendly classmates in the locker room, and she lent me her phone to make the call. And by some miracle, I punched in the correct sequence of numbers, and eventually was reunited with my backpack with plenty of time to attempt some contracts reading before class.

I really need to not leave my brain and backpack at home. That's the risk of putting so much new information into my head, though. All the old information and my common sense is falling out already.


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2 comments:

B.R. said...

Yes, you are now a successful grad student. Count on this happening again. Much cognition is known to trump such trivial nonsense as wallets, bags, and keys.

B.R. said...

Yes, you are now a successful grad student. Count on this happening again. Much cognition is known to trump such trivial nonsense as wallets, bags, and keys.

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