AirCampus 2025-09-29T02:59:44Z
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Rain lashed against the taxi window as I frantically patted my empty laptop bag. My throat tightened - three weeks of market analysis research vanished. That cursed USB drive was still plugged into my work desktop, 12 miles from campus. Tonight's presentation defined 30% of our Strategic Management grade, and Professor Davies devoured incompetence like breakfast. Sweat trickled down my collar as the campus gates loomed. Then my thumb found the cracked phone case - and salvation.
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Rain lashed against the bus window as I frantically thumbed through months of disjointed emails – "Lecture 3 Recording," "Week 7 Slides (Revised)," "URGENT: New Case Study Link." My soaked trench coat clung to me like a second skin, and the acidic taste of panic rose in my throat. Professor Hartman's MBA seminar started in 17 minutes, and I couldn't find the pre-class materials anywhere. That's when my phone buzzed with a calendar alert mocking my disorganization. Right there, stranded between d