A recent incident reminded me of Jason’s and my dating days. We each had an evening class at the University of Nebraska on the same night of the week, at the same time, in the same building, and just one door down from each other. Jason lived in an apartment near the school, so he would walk to classes, but it was actually about a two-mile walk. Since I had a parking pass, I would pick him up, and we’d go to class together.
One particular day I drove to his apartment to pick him up, but he wasn’t outside waiting for me. I waited in my car a little while, but then parked and walked up to knock on his door. Nothing. That was strange. He was always there waiting for me. I wondered what could have happened to him. I knew he had a test that day. I waited until the very last possible minute and then went on by myself. I parked, and rushing up the stairs, poked my head in his classroom. He wasn’t there. The other students were already seated and beginning the test, but there was no Jason.
I had to give up and go on to my class. It was hard to concentrate. The minutes dragged by. As soon as class was over, I rushed out to check his class again. My heart leaped when I saw his back as he was bent over his test. He was okay! I waited, and waited. Sitting down against the wall in the hall, I wondered what could be taking him so long. Finally, the last one out of the classroom, he appeared, shaking his head and looking exhausted.
“Where were you? What happened? I waited and waited. I was so worried,” I gushed.
Taking his time to reply, he finally found words, “I’m so sorry. I went to the library earlier today to study for my test. I was studying so hard that I lost track of time!”
He was so engrossed in studying for the test that he forgot to go take it! He got to class when it was half over! Of course, I had to forgive him since he made me laugh. I just could not imagine!