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June 15th, 2009
Today, I had to turn in my final portfolio for my
advanced writing class at BYU. I didn’t time my day very well. The portfolio was due at 5 and I got out of class at 3, so I had 2 full hours to compile everything. Instead of getting right to work, I called Lindsay on my way home from class and talked to her for about a half-hour. When I got home, I spent time looking at blogs, talking to friends, and milling around the apartment. When it came down to it, one of my drafts wasn’t on the computer, so I had to re-type the entire thing. To top everything off, I forgot about the cover sheet that had to be turned in with it, and at 5 minutes to 5:00 printed everything off. I ran out the door and called my professor. He was just leaving his office. I ran as fast as I could up to campus. The flower fell out of my hair and I kicked my flip-flops off so I could run faster. I turned it in just as my professor was walking to the parking garage. I think it should be a rule that you can’t graduate from BYU without chasing down one of your professors.
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