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One of my project group members.
“Yes,” my voice faint with so much uncertainty. While doing my IT, I formed a group for our project.
I was pretty much selective of my group because I didn't want to do the work while the four of us took the glory.
I want everyone to contribute no matter how little and be ready to sacrifice.
I chose the best team because I was being optimistic about my project.
Each portion of work was assigned to every member of my project group, and we were doing this as teamwork.I was in charge of making sure our project manuscript was ready.
Each person sent in their chapter, and I was responsible for arranging and making sure four copies were printed together with the banner and questionnaire.Just like every other student, I have submitted our project for approval by our supervisor, but chapter 4 got canceled, which was the chapter I did.
I was asked to present a questionnaire.I was so tired because nearly my legs gave up on me standing for so long. It was sour, and each second I had to give out a deep gasp, standing right there at the cyber café.
Seconds turned into minutes and just a day for defense, my laptop chose to crash. Which was my reason for my poor response. I was devastated yet desperate.
What is going on? I asked myself several times, shaking my laptop, moving it in different positions, and praying silently in my mind for this to be a bad nightmare.
I checked the time; it was 3 pm already. I planned to get the finishing touches down before going to print in hard copy, yet my laptop refused to turn on.
It felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder because I didn't know what to do and how to act. It was when the call came in that those guilt began to pop in. I should have fixed this a long time ago, but instead I went ahead and postponed it.
There were signs my laptop was going to crash, but then I never expected it to give up on me at this dire minute. I ignored Kingsley's call but instead focused on my laptop and was literally talking to it to boot.
I can't remember all I said, but I think I made so many promises to God if my laptop would come up, but instead it failed.What will I tell my team members? The truth is, how will I even sleep that night? My mind was all on my project work for the past weeks, and I don't think I have had four hours of peaceful sleep.
Even in my dreams I was hurt, like occasionally seeing myself on the day of project defense even before the day came.I sighed, looking up to the ceiling, taking a deep breath, and I began to tell my story to Kingsley.
“Ha. What will you do? Try to fix it. Is Tomorrow?”Kingsley's voice rang through the phone, thinking he was going to bring a suggestion or a solution for the problem.
He was sarcastically making it worse, making my heart flip.
I even thought I was going to have a panic attack because I was already breaking.Fixing the system will take money from me, which I didn't have at the moment since I have devoted all my resources to my project.I quickly checked my phone; the documents were available but scattered, which means another round of work, but that doesn't matter as far as I had hoped to fix this. I don't mind sleeping in the cyber cafe.
I quickly got dressed and went over to a nearby cyber café; it was cluttered with people. I didn't even have hope of me being attended to. So I sat down in a corner and began to use my phone to arrange some of the chapters. Luckily I still have some of the chapters sent on my WhatsApp.
I finished up the arrangement, luckily, after about 5 hours, just for the front page design, which I couldn't do with my phone. I was asked to wait for my turn to arrive, but it never came. By 10 pm, the cyber cafe closed.
I left home devastated, frustrated, and angry. My phone was constantly beeping from the calls of my group members.I ignored them; they were just going to ask a series of questions that I don't have answers to.
I didn't want to panic worse than I was already panicking because they would always make the situation worse for me, reminding me of the consequences that I didn't want to hear. Luckily, the next day, I went to the cyber cafe as early as 6 am. They weren't open yet, so I had to wait till they were open, but luckily they attended to me, and I printed my work. A big relief.
