It is a perfectly normal day, a lovely day even. You’re just meandering along your way from Mather, probably considering studying for a little bit in the library and you decide to check your email on your phone. Take out your phone, check on the super convenient sleeve thing you grabbed from the Study Away Fair and realize: Oh no, where’s the ID?
The successive thoughts that tend to run through your head are:
- Oh god, do I even have forty dollars?
- No wait, calm down. This is probably a prank by one of my friends. That one friend who is always playing jokes immediately jumps to mind.
- Wait, that’s a little harsh, he/she would have returned it before I left Mather.
- Oh god, did I leave it at Mather? (At this moment, you will probably return to Mather, make a piteous expression until you are allowed admittance and check where you were sitting earlier.) Okay, no, not Mather.
- Maybe someone found it? (You will probably check with the Welcome Desk and receive an extremely sympathetic response. Everyone understands the lost ID struggles.)
After realizing that they do not have it, you will begin to contemplate what actions are needed for crisis control.
- Laundry? I don’t need to do laundry for like another week or so right? Two if I start wearing the things in the back of the closet I haven’t touched all semester.
- Printing? There’s a paper due today! No wait, I just need to email it. Okay, I can work with this. I have a friend that owns a printer.
- Oh god, can I get back into my room? Do I have to call Campus Safety to go back to sleep tonight? The bathroom?!?! I’ll just discreetly keep the door open, yeah. Shoes make great door stops. And I have a friend on the floor... right?
- Oh no, I’m gonna starve... do I have a friend that owes me? I could promise to swipe them in later. Maybe?
Having arrived at the library, you will go to the Help Desk probably the only time it is not related to the wireless internet and password connection issues.
- Okay, a temporary ID. I could work with that. I can. I just need to find my ID like stat.
- Oh god, forty dollars?
Sooner or later, the story will end with you reluctantly forking over the forty dollars or finding your ID through the lovely Welcome Desk or finding out it really was the stupid friend of yours. You know who you are. Either way, you are deeply reminded of how essential the ID is to your daily life at Trinity and worry about losing it again.
