It started with the pounding.
I slowly awoke, and barely conscious I realized my head was thumping intensely - a lingering goodbye kiss from last night's encounter with demon rum. A quick look at my gmail calendar promised to make my day even worse as today was the day I had to finish my interview guide.
Out of painkillers and too weak to beat feet over to the library, I slumped down on the bed and tried to think of how I could get an extension. And in a flash of hangover-induced brilliance (in other words, no brilliance at all) I thought of the solution: the Files.
The Files are a decade's worth of assignments, papers and tests lovingly accumulated by my frat. Often abused by lazy students like me, in this case it needed to be a lifesaver. And it was. I found an interview guide from three years ago written by a former frat brother, same class, same instructor, and graded B-. Perfect. Exact assignment and a grade that meant the content was forgettably average.
Turning off keyclicks on my laptop because the noise was killing me, I deftly retyped that guide and applied the pièce de résistance - a global find-and-replace changing every reference of "festering skin lesions" (the original subject) to "sunlit beaches". No time to review for any contextual problems. No time to proofread.
Only time to save and forward to the instructor. Then I could collapse back in bed and sleep off this monstrous headache. Blessed sleep.
I reflect on you, dear interview guide. How I designed you, and transcribed you. And I say Thank You, Files.
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