The hunt for a car and a good exam grade

Benjamin Haylett, Arts & Leisure Editor

I’m going to start this out by saying that I wouldn’t wish what happened to me a couple weekends ago on my worst enemy. Well, maybe I’d wish it on my worst enemy, but not somebody who just kind of annoyed me. Yeah, that’s who I wouldn’t wish it on.
Regardless, the thing that I am either wishing or not wishing upon people is getting my car stolen. That’s right, some street youths went full “Grand Theft Auto” on my 2012 Ford Explorer in the middle of the night.
When did I notice it was missing you ask? The next morning when I was leaving my apartment to go to my first exam of the new year.
So, I’m already stressed out beyond measure, and just as I am about to play my pre-test pump up song, I walk outside and my car, which has been affectionately named the “Death-Mobile,” is gone.
So, at this moment I thought to myself, “Did you drive the car anywhere and leave it there?”
The answer to that question is a resounding no, and so with about 20 minutes left until my butt needs to be in a seat taking a Physical Diagnosis exam, I am calling my landlord agency, the non-emergency police line, my mom and pretty much anyone that I can think would listen.
I eventually got everything straightened away and took my exam, and somehow pulled a B- out of thin air.
My troubles didn’t stop there, however, because I had to go get family photos taken the very next day, and now I had no way of getting to my house.
With another big exam on Monday, my sister had to drive to Erie, pick me up and take me back home.
Needless to say, between the driving, the stress and the fact that I was back home, I didn’t get to do much studying.
Saturday morning, my mom and I called every tow company in the city of Erie looking for my car that was seemingly gone forever. We go to family photos, and it is once we get back when I receive a call from the police station saying that they found my car.
As I said before, seemingly, some street youths were able to get into my car, and scoured the interior for any cash that I had.
Luckily for me, I had none, but luckily for them, I did keep a spare key hidden away. So they drove around for a little bit, noticed that I only had 30 miles left in the tank, and parked it in front of some guy’s driveway.
In the end, all’s well that ends well, and I thankfully have my car back.
Oh, and I got another B- on that exam I had the next Monday.
And with that, the 25 1/2 hours that my car was stolen came to a close and I vowed never to keep a spare key in my car again.

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