"Ladybug, ladybug
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
And your children are gone."
(What in the world does that mean???)
Yesterday, I was at the library miserably studying for my midterms. As I was walking down a flight of stairs, someone suddenly called my name. A girl who I had once met but barely knew came up to me and showed me a ladybug that had flown to her while she was at the library. She offered it to me. At first, I thought, "What the heck am I gonna do with a ladybug?" But she kept urging me to take it for good luck on my midterms. I reluctantly took it from her, thanked her, and returned to my seat all confused.
As I sat there with a ladybug crawling around my hand, I thought that maybe this was a sign of good things to come. I think I actually began to feel optimistic about these two upcoming midterms. Not wanting to harm the delicate beetle, I decided to put it on top of my backpack. I resumed studying, occassionally looking to see how my new companion was doing.
Moments later, having looked away for a few minutes and returning my gaze to the backpack, I saw that the ladybug was no longer there. I was disheartened by the abrupt departure of my new pet. To be honest, I felt as if I had been rejected. In terms of luck, a ladybug flying away from you cannot be good. I sat there in a daze.
And then I thought how the ladybug would starve to death in the library due to the scarcity of insects there. (A ladybug is a carnivorous arthropod which feeds on small insects. Not so cute anymore, huh?) Why are there no insects in the library? Because of the library's tyrannical "no food or drink" policy. I genuinely felt bad for that doomed bug whose grave would be that wretched place. The library has claimed yet another victim...
By the way, there is no such thing as luck.
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
And your children are gone."
(What in the world does that mean???)
Yesterday, I was at the library miserably studying for my midterms. As I was walking down a flight of stairs, someone suddenly called my name. A girl who I had once met but barely knew came up to me and showed me a ladybug that had flown to her while she was at the library. She offered it to me. At first, I thought, "What the heck am I gonna do with a ladybug?" But she kept urging me to take it for good luck on my midterms. I reluctantly took it from her, thanked her, and returned to my seat all confused.
As I sat there with a ladybug crawling around my hand, I thought that maybe this was a sign of good things to come. I think I actually began to feel optimistic about these two upcoming midterms. Not wanting to harm the delicate beetle, I decided to put it on top of my backpack. I resumed studying, occassionally looking to see how my new companion was doing.
Moments later, having looked away for a few minutes and returning my gaze to the backpack, I saw that the ladybug was no longer there. I was disheartened by the abrupt departure of my new pet. To be honest, I felt as if I had been rejected. In terms of luck, a ladybug flying away from you cannot be good. I sat there in a daze.
And then I thought how the ladybug would starve to death in the library due to the scarcity of insects there. (A ladybug is a carnivorous arthropod which feeds on small insects. Not so cute anymore, huh?) Why are there no insects in the library? Because of the library's tyrannical "no food or drink" policy. I genuinely felt bad for that doomed bug whose grave would be that wretched place. The library has claimed yet another victim...
By the way, there is no such thing as luck.
