8:03 a.m.—Wake up in the morning feeling like SeyJuicy.
8:09 a.m.—Check weather, realize it’s 75 °F and brainstorm ideas on how to make my tunic from Sierra Leone more revealing.
8:23 a.m.—Run to D-hall and sneak four/five muffins into my jacket.

8:30 a.m.—Trying not to get angry at my British ancestors in my Texts of Indian Modernity class.
10:00 a.m.—Workout my core and try to get Usher’s 8-pack.
11:45 a.m.—Shower while listening to “Whip It” by Nicki Minaj.
12:21 p.m.—Lunch aka Eatin Gossip
12:45 p.m.—Getting angrier towards my British ancestors in my Religion/Socio-Political Change in Colonial India Class.
2:15 p.m.—Have Professor Elfenbein enlighten me and make me feel like a better Muslim!
4:20 p.m.—I fly, I fly high, I’m blazin…
5:00 p.m.—For some reason I become really hungry and devour everything in the D-hall. I just want that cake, cake, cake, cake…
6:00 p.m.—Call Mommy and Daddy and speak in Bangla loudly, while everyone wonders why I sound angry even though this is our normal speaking tone.
7:00 p.m. —Get inspired from my phone conversation and paint my nails the Bengali nationalist colors, while I listen to A.R. Rahman and do my Indian history homework.
7:30 p.m.—Schedule credit card bill payment, look at bank account, become sad, then send frantic love letters to Germany.
7:40 p.m.—Call friends from home and wonder why I came back to college.
11:11 p.m.—Run out of fucks to give and realize it is way past my bed time.
11:25 p.m.—Watch Pretty Little Liars as I apply Oil of Olay regenerating night cream and slowly fall asleep.