Based on a true story but was overly dramatized.
In class, while I was deeply immersed in the discussion of ethics in research, suddenly I heard a loud growl . Thunderstorm! Looking at the dark gloomy sky, I said to myself: “I’m doomed. I need to make it back to work at 2, but it’s going to pour and I have no umbrella or rain boots.”
Oh boy, was it true! It was pouring like there’s no tomorrow.
Being a responsible person as I usually am, instead of calling in to take off, I decided to go home to get my rain boots and go back to work. So there I was: walking back from class, soaking wet. Since the flood was up to me knee, I couldn’t see the street. As a result I tripped and fell into that dirty water. I was wearing flip flops, and one decided to slip out and float on the water. Luckily, I caught it, and made it home safely.
Putting on my new cute rain boots, I started walking back to work. The rain subsidized, the sky was bright again. Rays of sunshine hitting through the trees make me feel so revitalized. I didn’t see any rainbow (nor leprechauns) though. Unfortunately, the streets were still terribly flooding. I got my rain boots and raincoat on, so I was like: “Come at me bitches” and marched through the flood with my head held high. When I got to Ashley, I saw something that made me feel so much better. There was a Mercedes got stuck in the middle of the road. Tires were 3/4 submerged in water; the driver left (since I didn’t see anyone in the car). Needless to say, I felt bad for he(she). After all, it was a beautiful Mercedes. But it did make me feel better because there are people got it worse than me.
Finally, I made it back to work to learn that she texted me to say that I didn’t have to go back because of the rain. Once again, being a responsible person, I still stayed there and asked other people if they needed help.
And that was my adventure for today.