So here’s an anecdote that hopefully will make u smile.  Here is where I pretend my life is [also] very interesting:P

Today I brought with me my thermos to my first lecture of the day, where I had to write a midterm. Anyways, I was too busy thinking about how I did on the midterm, whether I wrote the right answer. And so I forgot to take my lovely thermos with me as I left the room.

Of course, I didn’t realize I left it until I was on my way to RCH for toxicology. Plus I couldn’t go back because people in the following lecture in that room were writing a midterm. Yup, so after toxicology, I walked back to AL (it’s okay if you don’t know the abbreviations, it’s not that important) and I looked for my thermos. I looked at where I sat, under my chair where I’d left it. Nothing. Nada. I went down to the front and looked around for some sort of box. I’m sure there are other people who leave things like me…right? nope. I tried looking around some more, but then the next class was coming in (also to write a midterm).

At this point I was really angry. Who the heck would steal my thermos???? It’s not just ANY thermos. It’s a beautiful red, thermos with a coooool lid. Plus it has sentimental value.

To make things worse, I couldn’t find my mitts. Somewhere in between my first and second class, I lost them. They didn’t mean as much to me, but still…I felt so bad for missing so many things.

Anyways, I stormed out of the room andwent to my anatomy class in a huff. I was plotting really evil thoughts. I knew it had to be someone from the class after me, so my plan was (if I didn’t find it) to wait outside the doors leading into the room and scout the people to see if they’re holding a red thermos. And then I’d jump them. Serious.

But after anatomy, we (Jo, Ree, Katy) and I all went back to AL and Jo found it! It was on this table at the back of the room where other people had left stuff. Hehe…YAY.

And then, after play badminton, the gremlins returned my mitts in my backpack! (I’m seriously, I looked alllllllll through my backpack and couldn’t find it. So it must’ve been the gremlins)

What a wonderful day. I thought I lost my mitts and thermos, but I found them (they were found)! And I cherish them all the more now. Isn’t it funny how you don’t realize how much you love something until it’s gone? Everytime I lose things and find them, I rejoice. It also reminds me about the story about the lost coin and lost sheep etc in the bible, and how much more lost people mean to God (than mitts and a thermos). Oh the simple lessons that are so fun to re-learn.