A Lost Camelbak Bottle On The Storytree

This morning I was a few minutes late on my usual schedule. This was mainly due to the fact that I did a last minute edit of an assignment that was due today and I was completing my pay sheet. Usually my pay sheet can take me about 20 minutes to complete when I do it in the mornings (when I’m not really woken up). Today, I finished in 10 minutes. Before that, I had to save my paper in PDF format. At school, we are in Linux. It has trouble with the .docx format. If I save it in .doc format, I’d lose all of the equations written in M$ Word 2007. Before I hopped into the shower, I started the PDF printing process. The last time that I had tried this on such a large file (13 pages), it didn’t work. When I checked upon the progress after my shower, all had worked well. My pay sheet had been sent off. Everything was good. I just had to make the bus.

I took the elevator down. I usually job until I get to the street. When I arrived at the street, I saw that my bus was coming by and that I would miss it, no matter how fast I ran. I started running as fast as possible. I missed it and ran after it. I knew that the next stop on the cross street was just 200-300m away. There was a stop sign. The bus had to stop. I thought that I would catch up with the bus at the stop sign, but it was just too fast. I continued running as fast as possible. I arrived at the stop. A teenage girl with strangely shaped nostrils, by this I mean that they weren’t ugly, just unusual, had gotten on. I arrived at the door of the bus and knocked on the window so that the bus driver let me in.

The morning bus drivers are very jovial and kind. I had made it. I kind of half ran half skipped till the back of the bus and sat down. Boy, I was ready for a gulp of my Camelbak water bottle. But to my distress, I noticed that the bottle was missing! It must have gotten loose when I was running. It must have fallen out. Instant dilemma. Should I stay on the bus or get out and find my bottle? It was about 7:26AM. I usually arrive at school at 7:55AM. My classes start at 8:30AM. I decided not to get off.

Maybe I should have. It would have taken me some time to find the bottle. I had a little hope left that I would maybe find it when I came home at around 4PM. Alas, it was not meant to be. I arrived at school, printed out my paper and went to my classes. At the end of my classes, I noticed that my scarf was missing. It was probably in my first classroom on the 3rd floor. I was on the 1st floor. I went back upstairs and found my scarf. At least I didn’t lose that! It totally sucks losing your water bottle like that. I liked that bottle a lot. I wasn’t the color that I wanted, but it had served me well. I liked drinking water out of it. And now, it’s roadkill.