Dsylexia

After working on her final paper for 16 hours straight in her lucky 7UP t-shirt, the girl looked over at the clock sitting on her nightstand, let out a big sigh of relief and thought, "AhYes, finished up right in time to email this sucker to Dr. Hadley." The girl felt triumphant, victorious, refreshed even, like someone who just got their second wind in a long distance race after pushing through several miles. After all, the girl was notorious for her diehard habit of procrastination, and almost prided herself in her amazing ability to complete projects at the very last minute, never submitting any piece of work past its deadline. "Ha, TAKE THAT Dr. Hadley!" she mumbled to herself as she attached her research paper on dyslexia to the email addressed to her professor. "You can't trip me up with your wacky Saturday morning deadlines," she thought. "Yep, this baby's perfect," she said as she clicked on the Send button. The email was sent, and the girl felt good. She pulled it off again and gloried in the fact that she always did her best work under the high pressure of a quickly approaching deadline. The girl got up from her desk and was about to finally lay down and rest when she thought it couldn't hurt to take one last look at the paper she just sent off. She bent over her keyboard and opened up the file for one more glance at her masterpiece. She scrolled down page after page of her final paper on dyslexia, basking in the glow of each well-crafted sentence, each cleverly put together paragraph, every.....wait a sec, what was this that the girl just spotted?....




Yep, there they were, cruelly staring back at her within the concluding paragraph of the paper. Not once, not twice, but three times did the girl find the word dyslexia misspelled in the conclusion of her paper.


Yes, the conclusion--the section of the paper that was meant to serve as the grand finale of the girl's written work. The girl had seemingly switched around the 'y' and 's' in 'dyslexia.' The irony of it all was almost unbearable. "Maybe Dr. Hadley will think that I made the mistake on purpose...'ya know, for dramatic effect," the girl desperately thought.

Hmmm, maybe not.

And the moral of the story is: Don't ever stay up all through the night working on a paper, especially not in your lucky 7UP t-shirt, which will end up to be not so lucky.