Morning began as a challenge. I had difficulties waking up and dragging myself out of bed and, as a result, I missed the train by a minute and was forced to catch a cab again. After numerous interesting cab experiences, ranging from annoying to disgusted, I am really trying to limit my cab rides now. Nevertheless, I had no choice this morning. Luckily, I had a pleasant cab driver and I thought it would turn out to be a good day.
For three hours, we finished up the video critiques and role played systemic interventions. Despite this nagging, unexplainable sensation in the pit of my stomach, I decided to do the online final examination with a few classmates anyway. It was fairly easy and I finished it in an hour and a half. Coffee, a fellow classmate, offered to give me a ride home. The day appeared to remain pleasant.
30 minutes later I am at home. I decided to call Cupcakes as I haven’t talked to him for a while. I went to my bag to grab my phone and much to my surprise, it wasn’t there. Mild panic sank in. I dumped all the contents of my bag. Still nothing. I am now panicked. I looked for it around the apartment. Absolutely nothing.
My thoughts started racing. I’m trying to remember where I may have placed it or, in this case, misplaced it. The last time I had it was at the computer lab at the uni. For the next 10 minutes, I kept calling my phone. No answer. I called a cab…again…and headed to the school.
With the cab waiting for me downstairs, I ran up to the computer lab. It wasn’t there. No one noticed the phone. No one heard the vibrations. No one turned in a phone at the security desk. Then I thought maybe I dropped it in Coffee’s car. I called him and asked him to check. Nothing. At this point, I only had 1 more thing to check.
I asked the cab driver to drop me off at the same spot where Coffee dropped me off. I got out of the cab and did a thorough inspection of the surroundings as a I retraced my steps back to the apartment complex and eventually to the apartment. Nothing. By now, it has been over an hour since I realized that the phone was missing. If I did drop it on the street across from the apartment complex, I knew I would not see it again. With the last ounce of hope I could muster, I called it again for 5 minutes. No one picked up. With a heavy heart, I called my phone company and reported my phone lost. My line is now suspended and I officially have no phone. All of Simon’s pictures are gone. Phone numbers, addresses, and email addresses have vanished. Personal emails and text messages are now privy to a stranger’s eyes. This upsets me. I am still upset. I am disappointed with myself. Granted, I never lost any cellphones in the 10 years I’ve owned them yet it still does not ease the disappointment and sadness. I really liked my bberry. I was planning on keeping it for a long time. I already miss it terribly. So long bberry. I hope to enjoy your company again soon.
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