Ode to Lost and Found

So I had an inspiring experience yesterday that I decided to share amongst the stress of finals and trying to move. Yesterday before class I went to the library to print off a paper and notes on my presentation for the next class. I was horrified to find that when I searched my backpack, my jump drive was no longer in it. I racked my brain trying to think of the last time I used it, and worried because I almost never took it out of my backpack. So I went to class unprepared and begged for mercy. Literally ran home (which is a feat in itself considering the snow conditions as of late) to turn my room upside down, and still couldn't find it. Went back to the library and checked with the security guards as well as the lab attendant in the place I'd last seen it. Proceeded to the Wilk where the Lost and Found finally reunited me with my DRAMALAMA (Stefanie named it of course, as if I'm dramatic psh) jump drive. My faith in humanity has been restored! Never have I been more grateful for the honesty of the BYU student body than I was yesterday. So even though I might fail all my classes this semester and find myself homeless for an extended period of time, at least I'll have my faith in humanity...and my jump drive of course.