This is what I sent to a short story competition (where he missed me and for honorable mention), before he had written something similar, but this is the final version .... as a story.
Any resemblance to real life is just a coincidence.
INFALLIBLE
was getting dark and had a single chance that the guards did not ask me "who was" not "where I was going." I passed the checkpoint guards as he owned the place "... with rudeness. Of pure nerves felt half a block already drawn attention. I returned it to avoid suspicion, and said "good afternoon, I am student and go to the lab thesis student looking for my wallet that I was ... I have to sign something?". That was enough, his heart a thousand, and a feigned smile, relaxed and cordial, I did not register my admission to the Faculty.
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"Cancer at a testicle "was the sentence for my first guide and teacher for my first thesis. A penalty was 20 years old and in the latter half of my career. Had achieved great efforts to advance classes last year to have more clear the second half to be devoted to testing the thesis.
was the first of three brothers and the first of 23 grandchildren to graduate from college. And it was not the greatest. He dreamed of receiving my degree at age 21.
"a testicle cancer.
Eight months Thesis.
never thought that this new year would be the first of many, where to raise my drink all that crossed my mind would get my title the following year.
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The 4 blocks I made eternal, those blocks that I saw every day dozens of times a year, now those blocks were longer than ever ... hell!
Trying not to look suspicious if there were people I saw, I was pretty cool and I was very nervous. It turned out I figured it was time ... no one around. I looked as I left the window slowly without latch (never gave me the key screens) and went as he had practiced many times. Lab did have the back key and the key to the private office of my guiding teacher, was in a ring at the bottom of the top drawer of the Laboratory useful. The silence left me quiet. I turned the two computers and I watched her through the windows how would the rest of light through field trials, beautiful. Deep breath and started, if I was in these computers would not do in the office of teacher. But it turned out, I checked five times what he had done and there were no errors.
I took the key from the drawer, turned off the computer, grabbed any folder in case it was caught and went through the halls, like walking on rice paper.
The building was one story but was shaped like a comb, sub corridors came to a large main hall was where I went. Was at one end and had to get to the other, where were the offices of the eminences of the Faculty. My teacher was an eminence ... fame and international experience.
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So I had to include in a thesis the following year. As a teacher guide was the Director of the Department. Infallible. She was not alone, had a companion thesis student. I figured that was good.
I played for days continuous measurements, which in turn divide, shift my partner because I was delegated to ask her out because he missed the sitter, because I had to practice, or because they simply did not appear. I played for a year and a half, fetching close to a chemical laboratory, weekly, solutions packaged in 12 cans of 20 liters each, on foot. I had to overcome two "snapshots" of students in college, two years new again fight me to death with my Mom, leave the house, barely sustain the maintenance paid for my Dad, get used to is more apparent at least 3 complete medium Italian cigar.
I took 1 year and 8 months, plus a Post-Degree Course (which I paid with sweat), discover that everything done in the thesis was useless. Measurements with the new instruments, with instructions in German, which obviously resulted in loose interpretation teacher, was wrong. All wrong. Or we started all over again or risked a penalty of 6 months for abandonment of the thesis.
Me I came to the capital and looked forward in the best state university eminence as a Guidance Counselor ... Now I could not fail!
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When I finally got to the last sub hallway, I realized there was someone I went to the last office. Impossible to pass without being seen, at any minute my heart was going to betray me or I was going to faint from lack of oxygen, as almost not breathing.
I steeled myself and went, slow and ultra insecure. To be close, I recognized the teacher and luckily was on the phone ... was one of those people walking while talking. I waited to turn and I went floating down the front of your door open. Dipped my hand the key. I put in the lock ... lentito, turned softly and controlling each muscle. Leeeeento opened the door and listened to the teacher ended the conversation. Upon entering the first thing that struck me was the smell of books, wood, old office, a mite worship. I closed the door just as the teacher finished speaking and turned the latch. She must have suspected something because he left the hall, I felt from behind the door attached to her knees.
waited to hear if she went, waited, waited and waited. It was. On my knees I went to the desk, I could hardly see, it was dark. I had to memorize the position of all that surround your computer. Delicately turned a blind bit to keep the screen light lit the room and saw out. I saw the guard in the second round was withdrawing from the sector, it gave me peace of mind. I had to get some files replaced 2 years ago. First I had to find them, write down the exact time and dates of each. Then change the date and time of those dates old computer, restart, save new files that was on a floppy disk, restart, return time and date to the present, restart. That was for each group of files that I gave to my teacher in the course of a year. As it had done hours earlier at the Laboratory computers, running smoothly and made me fast.
At the end of the guard came in the third round, the computer is off, I was on his knees not moving, then, without wanting to think about what they had done. Had just signed my death sentence and had finally opened the doors at the end of a proposition 2 ½ years ... my third thesis.
When returned the guard thought I could put up ... but my legs did not feel ... I did not notice that so much time on his knees did not feel the ankles. I sat on the carpet while my legs back to life. I started thinking about all those days of immaturity that I paid no attention to what was happening with the soles of my thesis. Everything to be coming up on how to solve "my love life, how to ask the micrero take me for 100, how to sleep 4 hours after work in a pub from 17 to 5, how improved without going to the doctor, how to eat without spending more $ 300 every day, etc. I thought about the mistakes that had led me to mourn in front of the professor of statistics when I said the results of data collected for 2 years ... it was of nothing. They served. I thought of Rosita, the best student in the group of postgraduate students, when I said "if the data Mendel cooked ... why did not you?". I thought everything had to study for 6 months to know what they had to subtly change the initial data for new results serve as something is surprising because making small changes opened the possibility of having a tiny hope in my life.
a chance. And there I was, making a correction in time travel through files floppies. It was the only way that the new results were not suspects. Surely the teacher would be surprised and would send his assistant to find out if that was correct or not, that's why I had to change the original files of all computers where I had walked my thesis.
blinds returned to his place. I took out my floppy. I checked that everything was in place and departed. The teacher had already been removed, the guard also. I began to feel pride, proving it was all perfect. Just give me back to the laboratory was to leave the keys.
A career of 8 semesters, 3 theses in 4 years. It had to be!
Once the micro kept going over and over again what would you say to justify these new results. I had tried many times while cooking, it was impossible not to prove. Clear that risked the pains of hell if he was surprised academic. But who would doubt the computers, the examination of records showed the exact date of when I delivered. The plan was foolproof. It was bound to result.
Exactly! was impossible, was. The files for a week. They were all excited about the new results. Writing the thesis I took only 4 days. I graduated.
Months later, the teacher introduced me about his foreign colleagues, saying that I had achieved a brilliant thesis. But he still was not sure if I had "lese" or not, and that in both cases I had to be a brilliant student. I was one of twelve he had seven in his career.
but never practiced and never wanted to tell anyone why.
FIN.
