So yesterday I was supposed to get a call from my enrollment councilor from the college I will be attending to get my B.S. I was supposed to happen at 6:30 (p.m.) right? 6:35 I'm okay, people are always five to ten minutes late. 6:40 I'm a little irritated but still understanding. 6:45, I'm agitated, because the only thing worse than having to actually talk on the phone is sitting around waiting for a call because each moment you are getting more anxious wondering when the ticking time bomb is finally going to explode and you don't want to settle down and start something because inevitably then you will get the call so your are just standing, staring at your phone, waiting for the call, a pathetical miserable lump. 6:45, I get my book and start reading. 6:50, I calm down a little now that I am being distracted, but I still expect the call any minutes. 7, I understand she must be busy but this is getting kind of rude. 7:20, still reading, shooting my phone an irritated glance every once in a while. 7:40, I get ready for bed. 8, I stop watching my phone.
And she never called.
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