This past Saturday I went to meet some friends at the terrace at 12:30. I went on a walk with a friend of mine, got a sandwich at Wawa, visited another friend in her room at Jamestown and then went to a meeting. The meeting went terribly. My time was wasted and the committee I was meeting with was horribly disorganized. After the meeting, in hope for relief I reached into my bag for my iPod, but it wasn't there. My mood had gone from bad to worse. Music was something I had always depended on to provide me with an escape when things were getting stressful. I had been listening to an awesome EP by a band called Givers from Louisiana and all I wanted was to hear their take on dancy, afro-pop music.
I immediately tried retracing my steps. Where did I go? I texted my friend in Jamestown but she said that it wasn't there. I checked with the SC info desk, in case I had left it there and someone had turned it on. No luck. By now it was 4:15 and I had to lead sessions at the William and Mary Leadership Conference. I did my best to push my loss out of my head, but I could tell that I wasn't totally interested in what I was doing.
By now it was 6pm, I was walking to the Grind to meet with some friends for dinner, still trying not to think about the fact I had lost my iPod. Then while walking through the terrace, on one of the tables was my iPod, in its rubber case and with its earbuds wrapped neatly around it. I couldn't believe it, but then I remember only at William and Mary would my iPod remain untouched for the entirety of a Saturday afternoon. Thank you, William and Mary, for being so trustworthy.