7:05 a.m.—Oh why, oh why do I keep thinking I can get up early on weekdays? Time to reset the alarm clock and keep sleeping.
7:35 a.m.—Nope.
7:55 a.m.—Thank god I live in German House. ARH is so close I can hear the half-awake students rushing to their classes, which are inhumanely early.
8:09 a.m.—Right through the front door, Microeconomic Analysis. Time for me to decide whether I want more soybeans or more corn.
9:21 a.m.—Can we just make these assumptions like this? Microeconomics seems so useless if we make the assumption that every individual thinks like the perfect well-thought-out consumer.
9:50 a.m.—Time to see if I can get a 10 minute breakfast in.
9:57 a.m.—Bagel and orange juice with a healthy dose of running between buildings. I have succeeded!
10:01 a.m.—The cool kids show up a minute late to Intro Physics.
10:48 a.m.—I wish we were done with the basics already.
10:49 a.m.—Resisting the urge to play chess on my phone.
10:50 a.m.—Is college even worth it?
10:52 a.m.—Why do I exist?
11:30 a.m.—NUTRITION TIME. Thank the power that has given Professor [Eliza] Kempton, [Phyiscs], the wisdom needed to end class 30 minutes early. NO LONG D-HALL LINE!!!
12:04 p.m.—Discussion of what classifies as a taco, and whether a taco can still be a taco if there is another taco inside of it. No conclusive conclusion is reached, but the deliciousness of such a multilayered taco is agreed upon.
12:07 p.m.—I’m addicted to coke. Coca-Cola, you fiends! Time for the ultimate decision. Coke to soothe my addiction and dehydrate me or water to hydrate me, but leave unsatisfied?
12:08 p.m.—Middle route is the one to choose. POWERADE is my savior.
2:13 p.m.—Con Law! Full of people, words and judgments that seem intelligent on one level, but mostly bullshit on another.
4:13 p.m.—SPARC Meeting. Who even knows what SPARC is? I do such an important job, but nobody cares. Such is the plight of the bureaucrat. Forever hated for making money for doing god knows what. Emily Hackman ’16 and I are basically Grinnell’s version of Rupert Murdoch. Not as evil of course.
6:12 p.m.—D-Hall, I have such a love-hate relationship with you. MEALTIME!!!
11:04 p.m.—Stress relief the only way college kids know how.
12:07 p.m.—Be mad at myself for relieving my stress when there is work to be done.
12:08 p.m.—Due tomorrow, do the day after | THANK YOU EXTENSIONS.
12:40 p.m.—Still awake pondering the general meaninglessness of life. If I fall asleep now I’ll have exactly six hours and 25 minutes before the alarm I will obviously ignore goes off.
12:42 p.m.—ZZZzzzZZZzz
