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Sunday, April 04, 2004
Land of the Lost
 
I've had a ring with my initials 'ASL' on it since I was 14. (No jokes about what that sounds like if you say it fast. I always claim its so I can leave quite an impression on someone). Anyway, as happens to little things that are used daily, its gotten misplaced occasionally. Now as a general rule I don't lose things, cause everything has its place in my room for me, and even if I forget said place, anything can usually be found within a matter of minutes. In one instance however, it was not a case of forgetting where I had put the ring, but rather of it literally just dissapear-ring (ba dum ching). One morning during my junior year at Northwestern I was getting dressed in a hurry for class, which was supposed to start all too soon. As I threw on my shirt and grabbed my accessories (watch, ring, wallet, palm). I put on my ring, and while I was reaching around to put my wallet in my pocket, I felt my ring drop off, and it sounded like it hit something and then I heard nothing. I figured it had hit my desk and bounced onto the rug, so I bent down to have a look. 5 minutes of ever increasing in franticity searching I concluded that it had not dropped onto the rug, or that if it had, it had instantly fallen through a tiny hole in the rug never to be seen again (and giving the shodiness of the floors in that place, it could have happened that way). I started going through the desk, and looking in drawers it never could have fallen into unless gravity worked differently in some sections of my room. After a few more minutes of fruitless searching I had to give up and get to class, so I patted myself down in an effort to make sure it hadn't gotten caught somewhere like in a pocket or in an upturned corner or in my shoe or something. After finding nothing I proceeded to my class, somewhat distraught, but made it through the day alright. I got back home and recruited my flatmates, Pi and Nishant, as well as the guys from across the hall. Once again we went over the room with a fine tooth comb and still found nothing. About an hour later when I had basically given up searching Nish came back in and wanted to try patting me down and checking in all my pockets again just to make sure I hadn't missed it there when I went looking. Then, just as he was about to give up as well, he felt something. I was wearing carpenter jeans at that time, and he thought he felt a little bump inside one of those pockets on the leg where you keep a screwdriver or nails or something similar. I had previously felt into it, but hadn't found anything and figured I would have felt the ring if it was in a pocket after patting it down. However, this pocket had an inner pocket, and somehow the ring had worked its way in there and it had been missed by me when I checked my pockets, and by everyone else when they had checked for me. Somehow Nish managed to feel it in just the right spot to notice it. So I got the ring back and it was a happy ending to a day filled with tension, but in the end it was only just a ring, and I would have gotten over it even though it would have been dissapointing. Janice however, almost lost her engagement ring, something which probably would have been a lot worse than me losing mine. I'm glad we both found our respective rings though. Losing a possesion that is part of you isn't easy, even if it is only a thing.


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