Random Things We Forget

Helen: Back when I was a plebe and didn’t have a kettle to make tea with, I used to go into the kitchen with the sole purpose of making tea, get out a mug and teabag, fill the mug with water-and often put the teabag in too-then microwave it. I’d then swiftly become distracted (perhaps hearing the beeping and deciding to go get it in a minute) and hours, sometimes up to a day later, would open the microwave for some other purpose and discover my now-cold tea in there. Sitting. Waiting.

Kristen: I am a bit of a compulsive forgetter. On the vast majority of days, whenever I walk out of my dorm, I will have to go back at least once to grab something I forgot. My roommate leaves the automatically-locking door open for a few minutes after I leave these days.

Lana: Did you mean…everything? Like several of my colleagues, I am constantly forgetting things. I often walk into a room and leave, not remembering why I walked in in the first place. One specific thing I seem to consistently forget is the toaster. No matter what’s in it, no matter how long the thing has to be toasted, it is always forgotten. Countless burnt pieces of bread, wasted. It’s very tragic. That, among other things. But this is the most dramatic.

Bella: I used to have this awful habit of always forgetting to bring some form of identification with me. When I was in 11th grade, I had just gotten hired to work in a library and they required me to take a drug test before I could actually start working. On the day that I went in to take the test, I completely forgot to bring my driver’s permit or even my school ID and had to reschedule the test! More recently, this past summer I was dropping my sister off at her friend’s house and had to park my car in the  street while I waited for her friend to let my sister in. It was only a short drive so I didn’t think to grab my wallet (which had my license). The real kicker is, since I had to wait on the street for so long, a police officer drove up and then proceeded to follow me once I drove away. Being the worrier that I am, I thought I had broken the law  and cursing myself for not having the license- mentally preparing to be arrested. Luckily, he shouted to me from across the street that he’d only stopped because he thought I was having car trouble and never ended up finding  out that I was driving without a license that day.

Julia: From eighth to tenth grade I would constantly forget my homework at home. It was a 15 minute drive from my home to my middle school, and a 25 minute drive to my high school. So it was extremely inconvenient. I also couldn’t drive at this time, so I would just call my mum and hope she wasn’t busy so she could drive the work to me. Basically, I was every parent’s worst nightmare.

Eric: If there’s one thing that I constantly forget, it’s sadly people’s names. I can recognize faces easily, but in names, that’s a bigger hassle. And you can’t just say, “I forgot your name”, or you look like a jerk. So you have to try your hardest to not say a person’s name until it becomes impossible to do so. And trust me, it’s a lot harder than it seems.

Austin: Within the fifth grade, I found myself suddenly plagued by a horrible case of amnesia concerning the more objective tasks that come with elementary schooling. Or to put simply, I often forgot to bring my homework from school to homee. Multiple times. Many actions were put in place to prevent this inconvenience for both parent and teacher, but futile efforts will always remain futile. Surprisingly, this mass mistake only ever occurred in the fifth grade; though the possibility of it happening again is, of course, very real.                       

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