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Get Out of My Car!

After the allnighter on Wednesday night/Thursday morning, I badly needed sleep, but I also needed to study. I kept wanting to go in my deliciously, delightful, luscious, scrumptious, divine, appetizingly comfortable bed while studying, and I found myself focusing on how a 15 minute nap would give me the feeling of ecstasy that I needed on a stressful Thursday morning.

I made an agreement with myself that if I could make it to the school parking deck in 13 minutes, I will be allowed to take a 10 minute nap in the car. Sleep was my most important asset at the time, so I sped to school and made a 24 minute ride take 9 minutes. If you were in my path on Thursday morning…sorry.

I parked the car in a dimly lit parking space, turned off the car, locked the doors, quickly set my alarm in my phone to wake me up in 10 minutes and I dozed off to take the best power-nap ever. I dreamt the best stuff on earth: milk and cookies, warm sand sliding through the gaps between your toes, a closet full of air forces, the magic carpet featured in the Disney hit movie “Aladdin” and best of all, a snow shower on a hot summer day. The 10 minute nap seemed to fly by and I wanted to turn….turn back the hands of time. The fun was almost over.

Just then, I heard someone in my passenger seat start to yell, “IIIIIIIIIIIIT’S ME! KIIIIIID CAPRI! PICK UP YO’ T-MOBILE SIDEKICK, MAN!” I didn’t even bother to open my eyes, I just started swinging. How’d he get inside my car?! I know that I locked the doors! When I finally stopped swinging at the air, I opened my eyes and noticed that I was still the only one in the car…and my phone was yelling at me.

I realized that I, in a sleepy stupor, set my phone alarm to one of the default ringtones, which in-turn woke me up and caused my heart to beat like the drumline in the Syracuse University marching band.

After an experience like that, I was unable to concentrate. I just sat there amazed for the next 1/2 hour, as I pressed my 30 pages of studysheets against my head to absorb the information via an endothermic transfer.

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