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Editors' Notes A rectangular touchpad, now worn and textureless, sits center. A crooked, diagonal-leaning scratch on the left side of the palm rest provides a lopsided frame. A nicked-up LCD display, broken-off pieces of plastic lining and smashed-in I and J keys nearly complete the picture. Only missing are the cracks that collect at the corners of the screen. I lifted my feet onto the bench, my back leaning against smooth concrete and my head attempting to avoid another collision with the metal showcase perched on the wall. As I pulled my legs toward my stomach to make room for my feet, crisis struck: my laptop, once resting on my thighs, began slipping, falling, threatening a crash. My arms flung from my sides to catch my computer, but the effort was too late: my laptop already had slammed into the hard tile. A strange sense of calm came over me when I realized that panicking was futile. I lowered my legs, tipped my torso and looked at the black plastic spread flat, backside-up, on the speckled tile. Panicking was futile, but pleading was not: Please don’t be dead… Please don’t be dead…, the voice in my head recited like a chant. As I reached down and curled my fingers under the black plastic, I heard it: “Bloawaaa!” An email? I thought. Then, it dawned on me: An email! I got an email! My laptop’s not dead! Pulling my computer up to the bench and returning it to my thighs, I looked at the blue box in the top, right hand corner of the display. Lucas Southworth The Forum Hi Blake, When I clicked on the box, Windows Mail App popped up with one unread email. I opened it and started reading. As one of our two most faithful editors on the Forum last year, I was wondering if you would be willing to help Nicole run the magazine this year, the first line said. I stopped reading after that. Yes! Absolutely! Of course! I— I noticed the cracks. The jagged, unsightly cracks. I stared at the chipped Corridors 201 5