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Mrs. Silverman

Its already 2 o'clock in the morning. I sit at my desk, a half empty red bull close by. Its half empty at the moment because I'm not feeling very optimistic. I'm lonely. I don't have a life outside of college. Sometimes I feel like Theodore from the movie "Her" because my only love is a computer. And even with my computer its sort of a love/hate relationship. Yeah, without it I wouldn't be able to update my blog or search things when I can't remember them, but it also reminds me of all the work I have to do for school, like right now. Coding is what I have to do. I plan to be a programmer when I get out of this living hell known as the university of Maine, but the way things are going, with me getting a D as my average grade, I don't see silicon valley anywhere in my future. But it isn't entirely my fault. The things this school makes me do are the most boring coding projects you could possibly imagine. "Code a website about the aging habits of the crawdad". First of all ew. Second of all, why do I need to code this? I'm not gonna run some crawdad fishing business, I'm gonna be a programmer. And for this particular project, I had to code a website that would serve as a sort of wikihow for people who want to learn how to do the tango, because apperantly my professor has never heard of YouTube. Now, on my current state I can barely keep awake even with the red bull. But the little attention I have left is quickly sucked away by a notification in the bottom right corner of my screen for an e-mail. It reads " From: tfiosislife@gmail.com. Subject: Binary uses in the real world." Well, from the e-mail address I instantly knew it was a girl. Geese, how stereotypical of name could you get. And judging by the subject I was guessing it had to do something with coding. So naturally, I clicked to see what it was. It read: "Mrs Silverman, since you have been asking about my report that is SOOOOOOO important, I've decided to give in and do it. But one question. Why in the world will it matter if I did this report on my resume. Thanks in advance. Sincerely, Ashley." I chuckled. I guess I'm not the only one who is tired of these pointless little assignments. I should probably e-mail her back telling her she had the wrong e-mail. But as I stared at her message. But I couldn't help but think, maybe my "how to tango" website would be helpful after all. Because all my heart wanted to say was, " I think I might want to tango with this girl." I had no idea who she was, but, everybody had no idea who their spouse or girlfriend was at one point. So with that, I had decided that it was fate she had gotten the wrong e-mail. And I was in no position to be challenging fate. Sorry Mrs. Silverman, I guess you'll have to wait.