When we moved into our apartment, they gave us each a key to our room. I remember thinking: "hmm, that's dangerous, it would be so easy to lock it inside!" But at the time I assumed it would be someone else to do it first.
Well, last night I had tutoring cancelled, right, so I planned on taking a shower and writing for the rest of the evening. I came out of the shower, wrapped in my towel, and turned the door to my room, and yes, I locked my keys inside. I felt like the biggest idoit, although I still claim it was the door's fault - I had noticed earlier it was locked, but I had played around with it, and couldn't get it to unlock. I had that warning light going off way in the back of my head, but did I listen, no. Lesson learned: an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
So what did I do, I changed back into my dirty clothes in Carolyn's room, then through a series of calls and crys for help, we eventually found someone still at the school who could get the keys, so I ran to the school to get them. I didn't know whether they meant literally or figuratively run to the school, so just to be safe, I ran - and thanks to spinning, I made it all the way to school without getting out of breath. Whew. I was lucky that it wasn't any later at night - I would have been sleeping on the couch in my dirty clothes.
I was so happy to get into my room, it felt weird to have all my stuff and sense of home in one room and to not be able to get in. The whole find a key thing greatly cut into my writing time, but thanks to my verbosity over the last weekend, I'm still on schedule to finish before the end of November.
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