For those unaware, I'm a graudate student at Eastern Illinois University. I'm not sure whether I just enjoy punishing myself or if I just really love education, but whatever it is, I'm about to finish my Master of Science in Technology degree. That means I take classes. This semester I have a class on Wendesday nights that happens to meet in Champaign, about 45 minutes away. Lucky for me, several people I have taken classes with in the past were also taking this class, so we decided to carpool together and take turns driving.
This particular week it was the only guy in our car's turn to drive. It's this poor guy and three women. I'm sure he gets more than his share of chatting and girl talk than he cares to have, but he's a good sport. The ride up there started out interesting and it just kept getting better. We all ride together every week and have been for almost 10 weeks now and I've had other classes with these people so we know quite a bit about each other by now. I know this guy is a former EIU football player, he's from Florida, he has a great family, he's very intelligent and loves school; but you learn something new every day.
First, me and this guy have the same taste in music, which is rare because my taste is pretty eclectic. He plays a song on the radio by Jason Derulo. It's something I know and like so I comment aloud to him about how much I enjoy Jason Derulo's music. His response, "I went to school with Jason Derulo." I had to call him out. "Seriously? You mean he went to your school and you know who he is, right?" His reply, "Nah, I really know the guy." So, that blows me away! He tells me all about how Jason Derulo is actually from Haiti like he is and how he went to a performing arts school in New York after leaving Florida and all kinds of interesting facts. I'm in awe, but we discuss it a little more and I let it go. Very cool.
But anyway, we get to class, gather out things up and get ready to head into the building. It's a nasty, rainy night so we're in a hurry. I start to walk up to the building and I hear the guy we rode with yell, "Hey, did you see my keys?" I laugh and think 'him and those keys!' because it always seems he's losing track. They're generally in his backpack or other pocket he didn't look in yet so I go back to help him look. This time...no such luck. They're locked in the trunk. I laugh about this and he's like "What're we going to do!?" So, we head into class and tell our teacher, who has also driven up from EIU about the debacle. He offers to drive us home after class and then drive this gentleman back up with the spare keys. I'm telling him the whole time, "Call the campus police, they'll unlock it for free!" Everyone is naysaying me on this one. "No they won't, they don't do that!" I say, "Ok, but I've had them do it at EIU or at least had friends that had them do it, so surely they'll do it up here (at Parkland)." So, facing the alternative, my teacher decides to call the campus police for our friend and driver. After a while he comes back in with the keys! "See!" I said. "I told you they'd do it!" They all agreed that I was right and couldn't believe that the campus police would actually do that.
Sometimes I'm right. Haha. At any rate, I'm glad we got the keys back and no one had to drive us home. It was a misadventure that had a happy ending.
No comments:
Post a Comment