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Date Posted: 10:30:36 05/09/01 Wed
Author: lindsay
Subject: where is my mind?

Ok girls. I'm too embarrassed to tell anyone else this story, but you all know me so I know that you'll laugh. I get to school this morning and I reach over to grab my purse. My purse is not in my car. I had looked for it this morning in my house, but when I didn't find it I just assumed it was in the car. I had my last photo class last night at Fairfax High school, so I know that it must be there. I was carrying all of my photos and I must have left it on a chair. I call the high school and they tell me that no one has turned a purse in. I ask them to check the room. They intercom down to the room and the teacher and students check for it and intercom back that it's not there. By this point I am freaking out because my purse had my checkbook, cell phone, and every form of ID or important document to my life in it. I'm picturing some stupid high schooler using my ID's and my cell phone. I ask them to check one more time and they say that they will call me back. I am now sitting in the office crying because my entire life is missing, but I have class in five minutes. I pull it together to go to my class, and then go back to the office to see if the high school called. They hadn't.
By this point I'm irate because no one had access to the photo room between the time my class ended last night and the teacher got there the next day. One of those teenagers had to have it, and I was going to find out who. I ask permission to go to the high school and look myself. I get into my car and am so freaking out that I decide to smoke a cigarrette at 9:40 in the morning. Only my cigarettes aren't in the car. "Fuckin' a," I said. "Where the hell are my..."
I then realize that my cigarettes are in my room...in my purse! I had taken it in last night IN one of my photo bags and taken it up to my room! Low and behold I go home and there it is, under some clothes (which is why I didn't see it this morning). I feel like such an asshole at this point that I decide to tell everyone at school that I found it in the parking lot of the high school with no money in the wallet, letting them assume that one of the students took it, stole the money, got freaked out and ditched it behind the school in the parking lot. Which is exactly what everyone thought (my wallet actually has no money in it becasue I never have any).
So that has been my Wednesday so far! Hope everyone else's was less tear and stress and stupidity filled. I'll see some of you this weekend-where I will hopefully not lose anything and start the Spanish Inquisition Jersey City style!

Love,
Lindsay

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