The Ambitious Procrastinator and/or The Student Strikes Again

It was the day before his paper was due. He desperately needed a quiet place to work without all these distractions! He looked around at the mess in his room and listened to the sounds of the dorm. "I can't get any work done here, he thought, but I know the perfect place."

He managed to hide in the library that evening when it closed. He secreted himself on the top floor in a little-known vault in the ceiling, typewriter and all. Then making sure the night watchman was no where in sight, he set his typewriter up in the women's lounge, a quiet, relaxing place to create. He worked diligently for a few hours."This was a great idea!" he thought jubilantly. Words were flowing from his caffeine-stimulated brain and the typewriter was clicking busily. He could already see the A+ he would receive for his valiant efforts.

Footsteps? The night watchman was coming! He rapidly hid all the evidence of his studious presence and ran into the ladies bathroom. The lights! Quickly he doused the lights, picked a stall and hid, standing on the toilet. He waited for the footsteps to pass by so he could return to work. But, they were getting louder which meant they were also getting nearer. He heard the door to the women's lounge open. Huh? Why was the guy coming in here? This was his safe haven! Closer the watchman came and as he stood on the toilet in the dark, the student tried not to panic. The door to the bathroom opened. Oh, no. But, remembering the doors on the stalls and the fact that the watchman probably used the men's bathroom, he thought, " I'm saved, the stalls have doors, thankfully, as befits a ladies bathroom."

The door to his very stall, his inner sanctum, opened, and an old man stood there, grasping his chest in shock. "It's ok!" the student reassured him. It was not ok and the ambitious student received his due punishment in the form of working at the library, which was fine with him. It was the perfect place.