While reading the latest news on cats’ rights on reddit, a deadline occurred to Craig. An 11:59 deadline for his term paper, which he had started in his head the instant he saw it was 9 o’clock sharp. Less than three hours to type thirty percent of his grade, with a required length of five pages. He whipped out his phone and called in sick for work.
After an earful and a rightful place on Jenny‘s “shit-list,” Craig got to work. 9:23. He could do this. Clicking on the calculator app on his phone, he calculated he would need to type at least ten words a minute nonstop to reach the deadline.
Hovering over Word, he realized he had no idea what the topic was. Something about Macbeth. His notes laid splayed out over his desk, suggesting there was no option but to wing it. And he wrote.
The next time he looked up, he had four pages and it was 11:23. Time was not on his side. He pulled every particle, noun phrase, idiom, and bullshit verbage from his mind and managed another page. After a quick spellcheck followed by an even quicker save, he submitted his paper with minutes to spare.
Only, something caught his eye. A time.
Deadline: 1/10/14 @ 11:59 PM
Craig sat back against his pillow and stared at the wall. He planned to suggest using military time to his professor, and turned back to his hasty draft.