Ladies and Gentlemen, there is much to tell about our exciting weekend, but first, let me regale you with a story I’ll call: “Why I’m Not Applying to Harvard”:
We had just had an exciting day, and Josh dropped me back off at my house at approximately 4:35 PM.
Mom mom’s car was in the driveway and the porch light was on.
I rang the door bell.
No one answered.
I never carry a key with me because someone is always home, and it’s really just become a habit not to carry one.
I tried the back door and the side door. No luck.
I tried to pick the locks with a hair pin. No luck.
I called my mom, dad and sister’s cell phones for about forty-five minutes straight. It got dark. I kept calling.
Around 5:50, I actually started to get nervous. I thought of all the scenarios that would take my entire family away from their phones and why my mom’s car would still be there.
I went to my neighbor’s house who I remembered would have a key, but they didn’t answer the door.
I started to think of all the people I could call that could pick me up and let me sleep at their house.
I started to think about how I would get home from school tomorrow.
Finally, at 6:01 PM, my sister called.
Sister: Elaine? Why have you been calling me so much?
Elaine: (frantic) Where are you????
Sister: I’m at cheer.
Elaine: Where’s Daddy????
Sister: Picking me up from cheer.
Elaine: I’ve been waiting out here for an hour and a half! Everything’s locked!
Sister:Did you try the garage door?
Elaine: Of course! It’s locked!
Sister: Did you use the code?
And that’s when I realized that although I had tried the side door that led into the garage…I had completely forgotten the garage door itself.
I typed in the code and entered the house within thirty seconds.
And that is why I’m not applying to Harvard.