Monday, November 11, 2019
Anecdote: the Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time Essay
Ã¢â¬Å"The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-TimeÃ¢â¬ essay was the only thing I was concerned with that night. Finishing it, handing it in, and voila, IÃ¢â¬â¢m done. But for me, it was always more complicated than that. Procrastination is practically my middle name. After what seemed like an eternity of blankly staring at the computer screen, the phone rang. All of my limbs felt unnaturally stiff as I went to retrieve the phone. Ã¢â¬Å"Hello?Ã¢â¬ I said. Ã¢â¬Å"Hi, itÃ¢â¬â¢s Sarah.Ã¢â¬ My best friend, Sarah, who was usually loud, hysterical, and had an exciting voice, now spoke in a distant mumble, as if it wasnÃ¢â¬â¢t really her. Ã¢â¬Å"Dude, I donÃ¢â¬â¢t have time to talk I have to finish thisÃ¢â¬ ¦Ã¢â¬ I said. Ã¢â¬Å"Pedro Gurrola is deadÃ¢â¬ she said as if she herself were dead, too. Ã¢â¬Å"Huh?Ã¢â¬ I was sure I hadnÃ¢â¬â¢t heard correctly. Ã¢â¬Å"AlexÃ¢â¬â¢s dad? Pedro Gurrola? He was killed this morning in his garage,Ã¢â¬ she explained. Ã¢â¬Å"Jeez, that sucks.Ã¢â¬ I said, trying to focus on my paper. Ã¢â¬Å"IÃ¢â¬â¢d says it more than sucks. Anyway, all of the youth group is meeting at the church to comfort Alex. IÃ¢â¬â¢m really worried about her.Ã¢â¬ It took me a minute to realize she was suggesting I join too. Still subconsciously stressing about my paper, I excused myself. Ã¢â¬Å"AhÃ¢â¬ ¦I would go but I really have to finish this paper. IÃ¢â¬â¢m not even half way done. Ã¢â¬Å" Ã¢â¬Å"Are you serious right now?Ã¢â¬ She sounded sarcastic as usual, but I took it the wrong way. Ã¢â¬Å"I know right!Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"No, not that you idiot. Just come to the church.Ã¢â¬ She sounded frustrated, so I gave in. Ã¢â¬Å"IÃ¢â¬â¢ll ask my mom.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Okay, you better be there.Ã¢â¬ As I walked into the living room, the too familiar sound of my parentÃ¢â¬â¢s favorite show, Jeopardy, filled my ears. I looked at my parents, whose eyes were glued to the screen. Ã¢â¬Å"Hey Mom, can I go to the church?Ã¢â¬ She didnÃ¢â¬â¢t take her eyes off the screen. Ã¢â¬Å"What for?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Pedro Gurrola is dead-Ã¢â¬Å" Ã¢â¬Å"30 seconds, contestants. Good luck!Ã¢â¬ interrupted Alex Trebek on the TV. Ã¢â¬Å"Pedro Gurrola, AlexÃ¢â¬â¢s dad, is dead.Ã¢â¬ I repeated. After I said it, it felt like I was hearing it for the first time as well. My parents glared at me like I was as entertaining as the TV show. Before they even had a chance to respond, I started for the front door. I knew what I had to do.