It’s a weird sort of calm that settles over you before the real panic sets in. For me, the biggest panics of my life have been about school. Does that sound healthy to you? It definitely doesn’t sound healthy to me. But I can’t really do anything about that. What I can do is give other people advice about how to try and avoid the panic that sets in sometimes.
In this case, the panic well and truly set in when I tried to print my latest global politics assignment. My teacher is pretty old school, and a stickler for the rules he sets. That’s all well and good until it’s 9:30 on a Sunday night; a hard copy of your assignment needs to be on your teacher’s desk in 11 hours, and your printer has about three warning lights flashing.
So what do you do in this situation? Do you call a repairman? No, it’s too late. Do you go to a friend’s house or to a shop to print it? No, it’s too late. Do you madly text your dad and ask him to print it at work? No, once again it is just too late.
I’m not going to lie; this was when I started panicking. I just had nearly no idea of what to do next. I knew that there was no excuse that my teacher would accept. He just wouldn’t think any were true. No matter what, he would know I did it last minute.
And then the fervent Google searching kicked in. I suddenly knew what I needed. A 24 hour print shop. That was exactly it. If I could find somewhere that would print my essay in the dead of the night I would be okay. You might think I’m exaggerating by saying “in the dead of the night” but I swear I’m not. I’m not Edgar Allen Poe after all, but by the time I finished panicking and then actually arrived at the print shop, it would have been at least 11:30.
That night was a night of many firsts. It was the first time I left the house at 11 at night in my pajamas, it was the first time I truly thought my mum would disown me, or at least ground me significantly. It was also the first time I had ever experienced 24 hour printing, and I’m not going to lie to you, I hope it will be the last.