When Professor Sexson told us one day to go and have an ordinary day once in class I basically said, I have those practicably every day, so I thought that it would be easy. I was wrong. I remember that day I was complaining that my roommates wouldn't talk to me about what our housing situation was going to be for the summer or next semester, but as soon as I got home and went into my room, there sitting on my desk was a housing application for a new house that they wanted. All I could think was, ha, of course that had to happen on the day that our professor told that we had to have an ordinary day and, I could only think, how is this not a coincidence.
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