A few weeks ago, my mom and I went to Barnes & Noble to buy my friend a birthday gift, and I happened to stumble upon a gold mine of a shelf.
That’s right, a shelf full of BT21 merch.
If you don’t know what BT21 is, it’s a partnership between the group BTS and Line Friends where the members of BTS created their own characters and then those characters were turned into merch.
ANYWAY, I was amazed. Astounded. I sent my older sister a picture and she was amazed. Astounded. We concluded that my mom and I could not leave the store until we got at least the cheapest item on that shelf, which happened to be a plushie keychain. And for some weird reason, my mom agreed to buy one, so we chose Tata.
I was fixated on Tata being my lucky charm, and I saw the perfect opportunity when my English teacher announced how we would be doing our presentations (through online learning).
Basically, six people would be presenting at once to six different groups, and there would be three rounds. This meant around 2/5 of the class would not be presenting. This meant I had a 2/5 chance of not having to present.
We also had to be ready to present four different arguments, even though we would only present one of them, which would be decided by a card drawing. As I crafted my arguments, I realized one of them was a bit… lacking. But what did it matter? There were three other arguments and that meant there was only 1/4 chance I would have to present my lacking argument.
You can probably see where this is going.
The day of presentations came. The first round, I was distracted and forgot to hold Tata for luck. But no matter, I wasn’t chosen anyway. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
Second round. I clutched Tata and willed myself not to be chosen.
I was chosen.
I dismissed this as simply an inevitable occurrence. There was a 3/5 chance I would have to present, anyway, so it made sense that I might be chosen to present.
So I clutched Tata again as they chose the argument we would present and willed it not to be my lacking argument.
What was it? If you thought my lacking argument, you are correct! Congratulations. Here’s a coupon for 70% off your grades, since that’s how well my computer science tests are going so far.
Let us do some lovely math now. There was a 3/5 chance I would present. There was a 1/4 chance I would present my lacking argument. 3/5 times 1/4 was a 3/20 chance I would end up in the worst possible situation. This meant while holding Tata, my supposedly lucky charm, that 3/20 chance came true. Seventeen other possible events could’ve happened, but no.
This seems more like a complaint piece than a humorous piece, but that’s all right. I’m still slightly convinced Tata is a well of luck, I’ve just been treating them wrong. They have been sitting in my mug of pens this whole time, after all.
