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While attempting to write a paper for my shakespeare class, I've found that my brain can only take so much deliberation before it begins to malfunction. Examples would be: writing the same word repetatively, creating unintelligible sentences or simply staring at the blank screen for two minutes before realizing I've stopped writing. These are just a few of the many side-effects of lack of sleep coupled with mind-intensive schoolwork. Therefore, to counteract the consequences of my choices, I take a break in the tedious work assigned me and occupy my mind with something a bit less grueling. Of course, discontinuing the writing of an important paper, especially the day before it's due, to distract my brain may not be viewed as a good choice either. However, as my father likes to say, "'f you're going to cut down a tree, you have to sharpen the saw periodically'. Or at least that's the gist......... So I thought I'd tell anyone listening about my interesting trip to the airport Sunday. 'How interesting can a trip to the airport be?' you might ask. Well, really, not that interesting but this is a break in writing a play review so I find it fascinating by comparison!! I left my house 1600 hours (that's 4:00 pm in case you were wondering) to pick up my brother and his family. Little did I know what lay in store for me. As I began to pick up speed on the 435 loop I found myself fighting a strong cross breeze but thought nothing of it and cranked up my music (Thoroughly Modern Millie Soundtrack). Ahead, I could see a dark blot growing swifly larger. It was about this time that the rain began. You know how sometimes rain enters with little droplets, slowly and unobtrusively, and you find after a bit that you can't really see out your windsheild so maybe you need your wipers turned on low........not this rain. It was saying to itself, 'I know I only have a little while so I'm not wasting any time'. In the space of ten seconds I had zero visibility. Add to that the wind is picking up more and more and the dark blot has become my biosphere three and Nicky is beginning to be a little frightened. As 'Everything Today is Thoroughly Modern' blasts through my speakers, a similarly jolting thought bursts through my mind: 'Isn't this tornado country?! COULD I BE DRIVING TOWARDS A TORNADO!!!!!'. I've slowed down to 45 or 50 by this point after being blown partway into the next lane by the wind (that was one of the scariest moments of the trip) and visibility is still nil. The clock now reads 4:15. 'Ok,' I say to myself, 'Chris is just going to have to deal with me being late because I'm not going any faster.' Here I'll skip forward to my arrival at the airport because no one wants to hear the monotony of continual fear, inability to see, stupid drivers around me, or musical theater soundtracks. So, as I was saying, my arrival at the airport: the clock now reads 4:42 and I am only 7 minutes late, not bad considering the circumstances. I get the call I've been expecting since 4:35 and before my brother can ask where I am I've already told him my whole sob story and concluded by informing him that I'm about to pull up to the terminal. Here comes the twist. Short pause on the other line and then, 'Actually, we're in Des Moines. The weather was so bad we were re-routed and I don't know when we'll be there.' Long story short, Nicky sat in a gas station parking lot for 3 and 1/2 hours waiting (and fell asleep which was very bad and dangerous) but we all made it home safe and sound and live today to tell of it. Now that I've written a long and pointless story, I think my saw is sharp enough to chop down my tree. If not, I've got to at least bang on it with a dull blade so I can say I tried................. |
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