The Term Paper Guide Made Our Trip a Blast
The Best Map Is A Term Paper Guide
I cannot read a map to save my life. Some people would call me directionally challenged. I say I am more in the vain that I just don’t care. Perhaps some would call it laziness. I say it’s rather difficult for me to always know where I am. I don’t know where north, south, east or west are. My cousin James said they are always the same. But how would one know? It really doesn’t make any sense to me at all. I know my right from my left and that should be enough. Not really. Driving is my biggest challenge. I could literally go somewhere three or four times and forget how to get there. I don’t remember street names or the direction and I always get on the wrong freeway. I have even been known to go back to the same exact place I started just to find my way home. Needless to say I can’t even read a map. I have often read a map incorrectly so many times I have just given up. James told I was just intimidated by maps and I needed to just retrain myself to read and understand them. I looked at him like he was crazy but he pursued the thought. He knew I loved to write so he said look at a map like a colorful instructional term paper and look at yourself as the guide to this. He had peaked my interest. A term paper guide? I decided to pursue this thought a little further.
That summer my friends and I were going on a road trip. We were going cross country starting in the east coast and driving through to California. It was going to be a very exciting summer. As bunch of my best girlfriends and I finished up our research paper I started to get butterflies in my stomach. We had been planning this trip for almost a year. My friends and I had every stop planned. Every gas station we would go to, all of the best scenic spots and of course all the places we would be eating. The one thing I had not gotten down was the route. I stared at the map day after day. My best friend Kelly had it pushed pinned on to our bulletin board. I just couldn’t figure out our route. I thought about what James had said. This is not a map, this is a term paper guide. This is just a term paper. I can read this very, very easily.
Kelly walked in our dorm room that afternoon and threw herself on the bottom bunk bed. She was elated she had just completed her last research paper and could hardly take her excitement. For days she had used her relaxation time in between studying to do some critical analysis research on the best routes to take on our trip. She laughed at me as I stared at the map. Kelly knew what Josh had said and asked me how analyzing my term paper guide was going. I through a pillow as hard as I could at her.
I couldn’t figure out what I was so worried about. There were four women going on this trip. Between all of us we would be able to figure out where we were going. I finally decided that instead of looking at this map as color and strategic term paper guide I would actually write one. That evening as Kelly was packing I pulled the map off of the board and threw it at her. She asked me what the heck I was doing. I told her to read to me exactly where we were going and what we were doing. I was going to type in out in laments terms. She thought I was nuts but I explained to her if it was late and night and everyone had fallen asleep and I was the only person awake and driving she would definitely want some assurance that I knew where I was going. Right? Kelly laughed but went along with my plan. For the next two hours she explained in great detail the route for our trip. And I expertly wrote a term paper guide to the map that detailed all of our stops so their would be no question of where we were or where we were going.
The next day we left for our trip I had laminated my term paper guide to the map and stuck it to the dash board of the SUV we would be traveling in. Most of the girls were very grateful for it. They too had their qualms about the map and appreciated having a more tangible reference. I knew the trip would be better for it and I knew we would have a blast.
