You those people that love storms. The way the thunder and
lightning clash together, having a huge fight in the sky. They love the pitter
patter or large raindrops falling on the cement of the residence parking lot.
Those people were in heaven a few days ago during the storm, yet I was in a hell
like nightmare. I hate thunder storms. When I lived at home, I would hide under
a large comforter and watch a movie and wait the storm out.
It was
worse for me this week because we lost internet around 6:30pm and I still had
an Italian assignment to do, and sadly I couldn't complete it in time. I emailed
my professor frantically, yet I know it was too late in the hour, so she wouldn't
answer me.
The next
day, I spoke with her after class. I had explained to her that the assignment
had closed before I had a chance to complete it and she calmly told me that,
this could happen to anyone and she would reopen the assignment because,
chances are, it did happen to someone else. This made me realize that not all
professors are “out to get me.”
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