"I don't have it." It was the final day of the final course, and at this final meeting it was time to turn in our final papers and give our final presentations.
I did not have my final paper.
Well, in a sense, I did. I had actually done all the required work, and the vast majority of the written portion of the final paper had been written. Just not in that final paper; the bits and bytes were scattered over a half-dozen of my other papers and notes. So, in another more accurate sense, I did not have it.
My confession of lack did not raise an eyebrow in my professor. "Of course," his bemused expression seemed to say, "you don't have it. Why would you bother telling me this? I took it as a given. You're Phoenix!. Flies gotta fly, ducks gotta duck, Phoenix gotta be late. Late to class, late to turn in homework... If Phoenix were a woman, there would be a pregnancy scare on a regular basis."
Sorry for the dearth of posts as of late. It is the end of the term, and I am at school.
Working on my final paper.