can professional napping be a post-grad plan?[sean
May 1, 2013 18:12:18 GMT -5
Post by April Stockton on May 1, 2013 18:12:18 GMT -5
It was 10:23. April groaned as she saw the clock and then looked back at the mess on her desk. She had less than ten minutes to get to her meeting with Dr. Neville and her meticulously organized folder of college acceptance letters, summer internship possibilities, and a well thought out pros and cons list about the option of not going to college at all and finding work suited to her abilities. She ran a hand over her hair, checking the bobbi pins that held the cornet braid in place. She had been nervous and instead of getting prepared decided to try out a new hair style, and while she liked the result of the look she was regretting spending fifteen minutes on it.
Where had she put that damn folder? She checked her watch again and began opening drawers, digging around until it occurred to her- bed. She turned and heaved a sigh, seeing the corner of the folder peaking out from the blankets where it had gotten buried when she threw the quilts on earlier. She picked it up and checked the contents, double checking to make sure they were all there before stuffing it into her bag.
She checked her watch a third time as she hurried out the door. Shit. She was going to be so late. Why couldn't she have been born with super speed? Or time manipulation? She waved to someone as they began to start a conversation with her, "Sorry, late for a meeting!" she called, half jogging half walking briskly as she exited the dorm building and headed toward the building where Dr. Neville's office was. At least being late meant she didn't have time to get flustered about how under prepared she felt. Most other graduates knew what they were doing by now, with the acceptance date for colleges just a few days off, but instead of making any final plans April had become paralyzed by choice and made a bunch of lists.
She stopped just short of bursting into the psychiatrist's office five minutes late, which was exceptionally good time considering her late start. She ran a hand over the creases in her skirt and checked her hair again, then knocked.
Where had she put that damn folder? She checked her watch again and began opening drawers, digging around until it occurred to her- bed. She turned and heaved a sigh, seeing the corner of the folder peaking out from the blankets where it had gotten buried when she threw the quilts on earlier. She picked it up and checked the contents, double checking to make sure they were all there before stuffing it into her bag.
She checked her watch a third time as she hurried out the door. Shit. She was going to be so late. Why couldn't she have been born with super speed? Or time manipulation? She waved to someone as they began to start a conversation with her, "Sorry, late for a meeting!" she called, half jogging half walking briskly as she exited the dorm building and headed toward the building where Dr. Neville's office was. At least being late meant she didn't have time to get flustered about how under prepared she felt. Most other graduates knew what they were doing by now, with the acceptance date for colleges just a few days off, but instead of making any final plans April had become paralyzed by choice and made a bunch of lists.
She stopped just short of bursting into the psychiatrist's office five minutes late, which was exceptionally good time considering her late start. She ran a hand over the creases in her skirt and checked her hair again, then knocked.
