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  • Wednesday, December 9, 2009. The first day of final exam week at UT Austin.

    I was studying in the dead-silent Reading Room in the Life Sciences Library, working earnestly on a final paper and listening to my John Mayer station on Pandora Internet radio. Absentmindedly, I reached down to grab something out of my backpack. What I was reaching for, I’ll never remember — my attention was abruptly diverted. I accidentally yanked my headphones out of my laptop. Ughh. I didn't even have time to think a choice four-letter word before...

    "Everything." By Michael Bublé. BLASTING. From MY computer. Throughout the entire Reading Room. "Aww, shi—"

    I hadn't even noticed that this particular song — possibly the sappiest one on the station — was playing, but I came to a pretty quick realization of the fact about .23 seconds before every single other person in the library, which was, of course, more crowded on this particular day than almost any other of the year.

    As girls around me started giggling and guys shot me that guilt-inducing "dude...seriously?" look, I frantically tried to pause the music (I forgot that it was playing from my internet browser, and idiotically wondered why pounding on the spacebar in the iTunes window wasn't stopping the unwelcome noise). After about five or ten of the longest seconds of my life, I finally managed to find the end of the headphones cord and plug it back in. As the remnants of decaying sound reverberated for another three seconds off the tall, bare walls of the vacuous Reading Room, I slowly looked up to see dozens of pairs of smiling eyes staring straight back at me. I didn't have a mirror with me, but I'm pretty sure my face was bright red for about the next half hour.

    After a few minutes of recomposing myself, I turned the music back on (very softly), began typing again ...and noticed the mute button, prominently positioned right there at the top corner of my keyboard. The whole stupid time, I could have pressed it and stopped that blaring love song immediately.

    But looking back, I might ... just might ... be glad that I never noticed.

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    Thanks Stephanie.
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