In 117 days, I'll be back on campus at my alma-mater at an extra special homecoming as Lebanon Valley College continues celebrating its 150th birthday. In honor of that countdown, here's memory #117: letting my professor know I'd be miss a deadline for a paper.
This memory is slightly out of order ... because as I was putting away the files today from my *first* year of school in preparation for what's to come -- I stumbled on this copy of what I submitted to Professor Kearney INSTEAD of my assignment regarding 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' (itself memory 143, although this behavior is also hinted at in memory 122).
Before rationalizing something to the effect of how one F does not a semester make and including a joke about quality (for 'Zen''s sake), I opened with the following: "Ultimatums are the darnedest things! Even thought I am a conservative Republican traditionalist which would tend to lead a person to believe I would strictly adhere to such finalities, I have a strong tendency to emphasize individuality, thus making me cower when I hear such direct authoritative demands," and then concluded with: "With this in mind, my paper will obviously not be on time."
Unknown some quarter century after this was written -- how my personal note was handled. (Although I do promise that the paper will be delivered to him by 10am the next day [which clearly implies shades of memory 136: all-nighters].)
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