Best Day Ever!!!

Let me preface this by stating that finals week was very rough.

I've decided that today's blog will be a rantcast (kudos dan savage), not about politics or the world, or economics, but myself. Yes, I am a selfish bastard. But this is about me. 

First, this finals week was really rough. Really rough... I had three midterms in 26 hours, and two back to back. They were my hard ones also, arabic and calculus.

So I finished finals season feeling dejected, miserable, cold, and did not have much hope for the future. Then karma came and knocked.

So there I was... walking past the Granger School of Business right during the warm spell when snow was melting. And who would have guessed it, but voila! Right there in the snow was a pair of keys. They were magically popping out of the snow, and I noticed them. On the keychain was the keys to a saturn, as well as a couple of "perks" cards, for a grocery store, and shopko if you understand me. So I give the person's gym a call. Say that I have a bar code, but no name, well, the person naturally assumed I was here to steal her identity. That is, in fact, incorrect. However, they said they'd call her, give her my number, and then I could contact her if she called. 

Well, she did, and after my last final I dropped them off in her office. She wasn't there, but she was very very thankful. I didn't see what the big deal was, I tracked her down through a barcode, and got her keys back. Economics states that I helped improve efficiency. 

But this is deeper than economics. This is karma. Soon after I returned those keys, things in my life, things that were "on the cusp" suddenly swung my way. I didn't fail calculus, and I finally got word about my internship with BP. Not only did I GET the internship... they are paying me!

I'm ecstatic. So the bad side is i'm away from my girlfriend for a while, so i'll be horny, but besides that life is going well. I'm sitting in my bed just a-typing. 

So this summer I'm going to Houston for that internship. I'm very happy.

Thanks,

Guthrie