A funny thing happened

after class on Thursday.

Not!

 

                                    Same school, not the courtyard in question.

     You may remember I mentioned that my Photo Shop II class was canceled and that I would be taking Digital Photography Using Photo Shop II at a different school. 

     Thursday was actually my second class at the new school, I stayed after class for a few minutes to get a little help with the M3P player I hope to be transporting photo files back and forth to class with. By the time I was finished everyone else was long gone and the halls were deserted, normally I like to walk out with the crowd.

     This particular school is built like a fortress, completely surrounded by walls with doors, no open sidewalk entries or exits as far as I can tell. To make a long story short, I ended up going out the wrong door when I was leaving. The door that I did use lead out to a small courtyard surrounded by buildings with lot's of doors and a small section of prison like fence.

     Immediately I realized that I was in the wrong place, and looked around for an alternative exit, the school is all but deserted this time of day. I realized that there was no exit so I would have to go back the way I had come, no big deal, right? ...  Wrong!  

     That door was locked from the outside, Oh No! I told myself not to panic I would just try another door and go through a different building hoping that I would not get to lost. I began trying all of the other doors, (there were plenty of them) ummm ... none of them were unlocked, why would they be at that time of day? Not good!

     OK ... permission to almost panic! I reached for my cell phone wondering who would roll their eyes least, when I would tell them whatwas going on. I was not prepared to either scale that fence or to camp out all night under the stars at the school. I also knew that no matter who I called, by the time they could get there no one else would be around and we would end up having to call 911.

     Determined not to have to go through that entire ordeal alone, I dialed Mandy's cell phone and just before I hit send, I tried the very last door I could find and much to my delight, not only was it unlocked, but it lead right out front to the parking lot that my car was in. I met up with Bob the instructor there, he had temporarily forgotten where he had parked his car. I told him not to worry about it, mentioned what I had just gone through and we laughed a little. (I also remembered at that minute that he had given me his business card with cellphone # on it, last week.) I wonder if I would have thought to call him if in fact that last door had been locked, I also wonder if he would have sent someone to rescue me? Hmmm ... grateful not to have to find out!