I, The Graduating Engineering Student Turned Incidental Writer (eighteenth Stride) Pit Start

I, The Graduating Engineering Student Turned Incidental Writer (eighteenth Stride) Pit Start

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Foreword
This series of articles, on the travails and torments of required writing for school term papers, thesis or dissertation, are purposely taken in the point of view of the student in the graduating or senior years. Hopefully, they reveal how much anguish and agony he goes through in every phase of the activity he is obliged to present, even to defend in front of a panel of peers, prior to receiving his much toiled-for diploma.

Previously
The graduating student had a once-in-a-lifetime absolutely perfect day, topped by time spent with the woman of his vision. They had been allowed complete freedom to use the occasion to talk between lunch and dinner, oftentimes with interruptions from the rest of the family.
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As it turned out, lunch extended to sporadic snacks, then onwards to dinner. In between the boy's inquiries, or the father's political views, or the mother's cultural opinions, I was able to intimate my innermost feelings to the woman of my amorous intentions. I knew I had a mutually favorable chance because she never left me through all the intrusions. She was perpetually sweet saving me in unsettling moments and always pleasing whenever a discussion rises to debate. The most intoxicating instant was when she touched my hand to steady the quiver, when I almost kissed her cheek in looking up from a laptop.

In two days, she and her mother and brother have to fly back to their home country, so naturally she and me compressed everything we needed to say to each other in the remaining period allotted. Of course we exchanged communication means and promised to see one another again, soon! I volunteered to drive them to the airport, when she remarkably remembered I had a particularly weighty examination scheduled that very date. I knew I had to make a now-or-never move sometime, so when no one is looking, I planted a quick kiss on her cheeks. She looked directly to my eyes, turned her head around to see if anyone else is there, then kissed me, on the lips! .

The finite nature of time is often baffling - it seems to go fast when one wants it to go nowhere and even faster when one desires it to remain forever. Should it ever be possible I could control this entity in the future and choose which particular instance I would copy-paste for all eternity, it is this one. All the powers of a black hole, which gobbles up everything light, gravity, planets, and stars would be nullified in its presence.

It may seem rather odd, but the very last thing she said to me, as the whole family was waving goodbye, was, "Make sure you use the MLA writing style, and use Times New Roman 12.5 pts at the largest". That was an English major speaking, my very own personal teacher, reminding me in a subtle way to always think of her.

The quizzical expression on the other faces, especially the boy's, made both of us laugh.








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