7:30ish a.m. — Curse my internal clock for STILL waking me up according to summer camp time. Grinnell is basically big kid camp anyway. Minus the rules and plus substances.
7:45 a.m. — Play some Backstreet Boys and dance around my room in Cookie Monster footie-PJs.
7:52 a.m. — Clean room. Remind myself to do laundry later. #productiveprocrastination #neatfreak
8:22 a.m. — Grab some apple juice and bask in the glory of Honey Bunches of Oats, then try to get a jump on homework. The international relations of the Cold War can wait when I hang out with my main bros: the Founding Fathers.
9:04 a.m. — Notice a new New England Patriots score prediction. Can anyone say SUPERBOWL XLVII?! Get stuck on Facebook, give a shoutout to [villanue] on Plans, then write a floor email that nobody will read. #SAlife #Looselove
10:53 a.m. — Commence the internal debate: I SHOULD go to stats, but Noyce is so scary …
11:00 a.m. — Math strugs. Where are my social sciences majors at?
12:15 p.m. — Make quick PB&J before history, take another dance break, this time to Disney songs.
12:45 p.m. — Fight against the post-lunch sleepiness and get stoked about Westward Expansion!
2:07 p.m. — Mournfully walk by a muddy and snowy Mac. Why can’t it be nice all year round so I can play Frisbee outside? Throw a disc with [stickies] anyway and get mud everywhere. There’s a nagging sense that I should do laundry later.
4:14 p.m. — Homework grind.
5:01 p.m. — Plan with co-host [strainka] to bring back the Almost Midnight Breakfast Club.
5:45 p.m. — The D-Hall is open? Booking it over for some noms.
6:20 p.m. — Been too long bumming around playing table hop. Maybe I can get homework done in the Grill if I try really, really hard! Haha, that’s funny. Laurel Leaf lounge relocation. Fight the urge to nap.
7:41 p.m. — Chill at the Bear—gotta get swoll for Ultimate [Frisbee]. Yes, it’s a real sport. And yes, we go to Nationals.
9:00 p.m. — G-Mons time! All the writing, all the editing and all the feels.
10:16 p.m. — Shower. Notice the laundry heap strategically hidden in the closet.
10:43 p.m. — Get back to the masses of readings left, and fall asleep snuggling with my BFF William Shakespeare and a Frisbee still sitting on my bed.
