So behind. You’d think by senior year of college that I could finally be on top of everything. I’m compulsive about being on time for appointments but my friends have been sacrificed as a result on my serious stress. There’s four months of school left and it’s the time of senioritis kicking in but I haven’t been able to relax and procrastinate because of the constant onslaught of homework since the semester started four weeks ago.
I fly through the door of my apartment and Megan looks up at me and immediately opens her mouth. “Dear god, do you ever stop? I can tell just by the look on your face you have 45 seconds until you’ll be out that door again.”
“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” I find myself apologizing immediately, thinking and realizing that we haven’t hung out in weeks. I’ve been meaning to slow down and accept this as the last few months of the time of my life, but it’s so hard. I don’t know what I can cut out to make sure I graduate and am successful. “Wait.” I look at her defiantly. “I have five minutes right now that are all yours. Tell me about your life.” She looks somewhat shocked.
“Wow. Welllll....” and she takes a deep breath and starts spewing about life. I vaguely nod as she talks about Dan, her kind of boyfriend, Mike, the hookup she’s dealing with on the side, and attempting to finish up all her final semester accounting classes. I’m trying to keep up with her and pay attention, but my eyes flicker to the clock and I realize I’m now ten minutes late to meet Brad at his apartment...which is a ten minute ride away. Suddenly, I snap back into reality and see Megan smiling at me. “Go.” she says. I immediately jump forward and hug her, so grateful I managed to meet my best friend as a freshman in college.
“I’m so sorry, I love you and I’ll totally make it up to you! Maggie Moos tomorrow?” I suggest her favorite ice cream place as a desperate attempt to show her I’m a worthy friend.
“Of course,” she smiles. “As long as you’re driving, I’m there.”
“Love you!” I’m yelling as I grab a different coat, dust on a layer of blush and run out the door. We live on the fourth floor but sometimes it seems as if the flights of stairs are never ending. I’ve definitely been known to joke that paying for a gym membership is pointless since we run flights every day. I push out the back door and jump in my car as fast as possible. Backing out while I pick up my phone to dial Brad, I try to jiggle my seatbelt but I can’t get it in one handed.
The phone is ringing and I’m waiting until finally I end up leaving a message. “Hi love it’s me I’m so sorry I’m late. Megan grabbed me and was talking but I’m on my way!” I turn the two lefts to get to the highway, and I’m trying to whip out quickly to get to Brads. I see a gap and quickly accelerate but then there’s a car in front of me. I try to turn the wheel but before I can even move my hands the car slams into my side and I’m flying into the windshield.
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