Listening to: Little Toy Gun – HoneyHoney
This is what my day is like on Tuesdays and Thursdays:6:00 am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
6:05 am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
6:10 am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze. Consider throwing alarm across room. Continue contemplating ways to destroy alarm clock until…
6:30 am – Get up. Figure out what to wear. Take out Cooper puppy. Have first Mt. Dew. Print the homework that I finished somewhere around 1 in the morning.
7:00 am – Leave house and drive to campus. Refrain from getting out and jumping on the hood of my car to curse at the traffic. (Reference: I live by the Arboretum.)
7:30 am - Arrive on campus. Curse lack of parking. Curse SUVs parked in the compact car spots. Curse weight of book bag. Walk to class.
8:00 am – Banned Books class. I figured if I were going to take an 8:00 class, it should be interesting. Second Mt. Dew.
9:15 am – Hike from Parlin to Burdine carrying insanely heavy book bag.
9:30 am – History. Hundreds of students, a professor with a microphone, and almost zero participation. Try to stay awake. Vow to never take a class this large again.
10:45 am – Decide what to eat for lunch. Grab it. Find somewhere to sit down, plug in, and do the Social Work homework and reading that I didn’t do the night before. Catch Forty Acres bus to SW building in time to make sure I get to class early enough so I don’t get stuck in the corner.
12:30 pm – Intro to Social Work. Curse location of SW building in relation to… EVERYTHING else on campus. Curse desks made to fit third graders – not Amazon-Tall college girls.
2:00 pm – Catch bus back to the main part of campus. Feel like sardine. Second lunch. (Hey, I’m walking enough to be hungry.) FAC or Union where I can plug in and do the reading for Vamp Class and Rhetoric.
3:00 pm – Hurry to CAL in the six pack. Park myself outside the door of Vamp Class. The front rows fill up pretty quickly.
3:30 pm – The Vampire in Slavic Cultures. My reward for surviving the rest of my day. Curse the fact that the class is only 75 minutes.
4:45 pm – Walk to Parlin (next door). Climb three flights of stairs. Curse the stairs. Question sanity for scheduling a 5:00 class. Wish I were home.
5:00 pm – Rhetoric of Play. Continue to question sanity of scheduling a 5:00 class. Debate professor (He’s a Freudian. I’m a Rogerian.) Question sanity of taking a class in which I have to examine homo-erotic football.*
6:30 pm – Walk back to Dobie Garage. Curse parking fees. Drive home.
7:00 pm – Come home to a hyperactive Cooper puppy with a FULL bladder. Take out Cooper puppy. Feed Cooper puppy. Get puppy snuggles.
7:30 pm – Figure out what I’m eating for dinner. Try to mooch – if unsuccessful, cook. Put soup on stove/chicken in oven/ramen in microwave. Don’t let this fool you. I love to cook. Just not at 7:30 pm after classes all day.
8:00 pm – Eat. Then Clean. Because I don’t function in a disorganized environment. Laundry. Vacuum.
9:00 pm – Try to do homework. Realize that brain is too fried to write anything comprehensible for the eighteen… okay, probably more like three… papers that I have due at any given time. Take out Cooper puppy. Shower.
10:00 pm – Give myself permission to read something for fun, but feel guilty because it isn’t assigned and I should really be doing homework. Give up and play Freecell.
In retrospect, when I decided to register for 15 credit hours ALL on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I was either insane or brilliant. When I go home on Thursday nights and realize I have a four day weekend, I believe I was brilliant. When it hits 2:30 on Tuesday afternoon and I’m stuck on a crowded bus, carrying a bag that weighs as much as I do, and facing another four hours on campus – I start to wonder. My school days are exhausting.
The moral of this is that there is a fine line between insanity and brilliance. Tread carefully.
Until Next Time
*RE: Rhetoric. I like the class. I just find some of the topics questionable.