NationStates Jolt Archive

I skipped my Communications class on Monday in order to finish up a paper I had due at the end of the day. There was a test that day, so I figured "Eh, I'll just take the make-up."

Yesterday, I emailed the teacher claiming sickness and promising to talk to him after class about taking the make-up, just to re-assure him that I was not simply being lazy.

So, this morning I wake up at 10:47. The class started at 11:00. I overslept! Damn, I'm screwed!

I figure there's no way to get to class on time, so I decide to get ready, wait outside the classroom, and maybe slip in unseen as everyone is leaving.

But first I check my email and see this:

I am glad to hear you are feeling better. I will have a copy of the test for you on Friday morning.

This sounds odd, but I would rather you not come to class today. I will be going over a few items from the test and always ask the people waiting to take the test to leave. Missing today will not count against you and we won't cover any information that you will need.

See you Friday morning (really early). :-)

Whatever you say, sir! :D

So, have you ever had any really close calls or near-miraculous resolutions?

I was once seconds away from touching a vagrant.

I was once seconds away from touching a vagrant.I was once hugged by a beggar. He was surprisingly human, albeit with a slightly special smell.

Whoo, lucky girl! :D

I had something similar happen my Senior year in high school. For my AP English class, we were required to turn in a 20 page minimum term paper on any literary figure of our choosing. I chose Sam Beckett.

So anyway, it's the day before deadline, I'm frantically throwing notes and texts around, screaming at anyone who dared to come near me. I finally gave up at 2 in the morning with only 15 pages completed.

I woke up the next morning and apparently there had been a windstorm in the area after I went to bed. I went to school preparing to beg my teacher for another day, but I was saved. Apparently there had been some sort of power outage in town (I lived outside of town) and a lot of students hadn't been able to turn in their papers. The teacher said we could turn in our papers the next day, not realizing that the next day was a Saturday.

Long story short, I had a whole extra weekend to work on my paper, thanks to a freak windstorm blowing through the Kitsap peninsula. :D

Whoo, lucky girl! :D

Boy! Lucky boy! *develops a complex*

So, have you ever had any really close calls or near-miraculous resolutions?

Haha, I had a couple of occasions like that during uni...pretty much the same thing, oversleeping (usually after being up until 8am the same morning finishing off essays), not having it done, and then receiving an email from my lecturer stating that due to some circumstance or another he's shifting the due date from Friday until the following Monday. :p

There were also other occasions whereby i'd hand something in three days late, and the tutor didn't pick it up until a week after it was due, so I didn't lose any marks anyway. :D

Boy! Lucky boy! *develops a complex*

Whoa. You're a boy? :eek:

*takes notes*

My most humble apologies.

My luck sucks. Then again, I don't really believe in luck.

Boy! Lucky boy! *develops a complex*

*invests*

oh...wait......that's not what you meant.....

I'm sure there must have been a time or two that I lucked out like that, though not necessarily involving apparent divine intervention in the form of Wind (and who knew Morganatron was from Washington State?). I just can't recall any at the moment. Ah, the vagaries of middle age.

About 15 years ago, I was driving on US Highway 421 west of Winston-Salem, North Carolina during a heavy snowstorm. As is all too typical of NC snow, it was mixed with a bit of freezing rain, making the roads especially hazardous. I was driving as carefully as I could, but I could only do so much about the other drivers on the road, many of whom were driving like complete idiots (another unfortunate hazard of NC snowfall.)

Anyway, there was a pretty serious accident in the eastbound lane, but given that I was in the westbound lane, that shouldn't have been a problem. Unfortunately, the driver of pickup truck in front of me decided to slam on his brakes so he could rubberneck at the accident. I hit my own brakes, but due to the icy road, I started to skid, and pumping the brakes didn't help much.

And then, my car started to spin to one side. How is this lucky? I turned 90 degrees and came to a stop with my passenger-side door about three inches from the rear bumper of the pickup truck. Meanwhile, the car behind me stopped about a foot from my drivers-side door. If I hadn't spun the way I did, I would have been in the middle of a three-car pileup. But since my car wasn't nearly as wide as it was long, I had just enough room between the other two cars to fit sideways.

Anyway, the driver of the pickup truck suddenly noticed the accident he almost caused, and started moving again. I was able to get my car turned the right direction, and continued on my way unharmed. (I did stay well back from that truck as long as he was in front of me, though.)

Luck? It balances out. The girl I was going to visit in Boone broke up with me that weekend. But the car, a 1968 Mercury Comet sports coupe in pretty good condition, was unharmed.

When myself and my wife were a young married couple, we moved into this pocky little place on a corner.

Myslef and my wife, and one of my brothers, and his girlfriend all went up to view the place.

We where acosted by the local youth, and after much swearing and posteruring and a bent golf brolly went our seperate ways.

I thought no more of it, until the day to move in happend.

I had a freind with a van, and whilst me, and him, and another of my brothers and his girlfreind and my wife, where waiting for the landlord to turn up with the key, I spoted one of these fellas from the other week and just casualy said to my freind 'thats one of them blokes from last week I told you about'

Where apon he reached under his seat for his bat(baseball) and I pulled him saying don't be silly man their only kids, or some such.

Well the bloke clocked us and scarpered. Duley the landlord turned, drop the keys and went away again. About 20 mins into the shifting of the stuff, I noticed a huge group of youth coming up the street, and I mean about 30 of the fuckers.

I quickly pushed the girls, my brother and my mate inside with the instructions, upstairs, stay away from the windows, and turned around, slamed shut the vans back door, and turned around to meet my fate.

I really though I was in for one hell of a kicking at this point. So about 4 of them aproached me(one was a woman-scary coz I have seen how some women egg the fellas on) I could see a knife in one hand and one bloke reaching inside his jacket pockets for what look liked a pair of nunchuckes.

Then the lead bloke broke off and said, 'c'mon then mate, just you and me'

I looked over the crowd and replied, 'you're fuckin jokein? naaa man, you come back tommorrow, just you without the gang and I'll fight ya'

Well fuck me to my supprise they all went away, and he never did come back either.

Shit now that was the luckyest escape I have ever had.

So, have you ever had any really close calls or near-miraculous resolutions?

One of my best friends spent the month before her birthday dropping not so subtle hints about the upcoming event (she has no confidence in my memory). She desisted after I assured her that I was perfectly capable of remembering her birthday on my own.

On the day, I was just getting off the bus when I realised that I'd managed to leave her card and present at home. :eek: By staggering coincidence, it turned out that she was on a field trip (something which only happens about once a year). I brought the present in the next day and berated her for doubting me. :p

You were really late but you stopped to read your emails?

Our writing teacher once threatened death to those who didnt turn a paper in on time, I got to school late that day and made it across the campus in about a minute. During this time I was forced to vault a group of Javalinas. Theyre basically a wild pig (although not related to pigs, apparently) and was viciously attacked by a roadrunner which I almost stepped on.

Ummm...I also made a connection during a 30 minute layover in Chicago International Airport. And I had to go through Customs to.

Meh. :(

You were really late but you stopped to read your emails?
Well, it was 10:47, and there was no way I could get ready and get to class in just thirteen minutes, so I decided I'd wait and go to class just before it ended, giving me over an hour of downtime.

yeh, i did an essay last semester that i handed in a day late with no excuse (this should have meant that i received a maximum of 40% for the essay). i sent an email to the lecturer 20 minutes after the deadline saying that i was having real trouble writing the essay and that i would hand something in as soon as i could. i was having trouble writing the essay but it was mostly because i'd left it to the last minute. i get an email back the next daying saying that it was quite alright and that i could go see him anytime for help with the essay, w00t! but by that time i'd already written a slap-up minimum-effort essay and handed it in. i ended up getting 73% (a first class essay, people rarely get over 80% for an essay in UK universities) and a glowing report from the lecturer saying he'd not seen a better and more concise treatment of the topic in all his (albeit limited) experience as a lecturer. w00t!

So, have you ever had any really close calls or near-miraculous resolutions?

Plenty of such instances. Enough to the point where my normally scientifically skeptical mind starts contemplating the idea of living a charmed life before dismissing it as nonsense.

Ummm...I also made a connection during a 30 minute layover in Chicago International Airport. And I had to go through Customs to.

This must be credited to divine intervention, not luck. :D