5:45 a.m.—Wake up for that Fajr prayer tho. I’m trying to get back on that five times a day grind.
5:53 a.m.—Go back to sleep.
7:50 a.m.—Wake up for my 8 a.m. class.
7:52 a.m.—I say hi to my sleeping roommate Mineta Suzuki ’17 and then I tell him he’s a nobody.
7:55 a.m.—Dress like a fashionable hobo.
8:03 a.m.—Head to class. It’s MAT-124 with the first- and second-year homies. Yung capitalists.
8:25 a.m.—Ma man [Professor] Royce the Wolf [Mathematics and Statistics] gives a corny joke and I laugh because he’s funny.
9:00 a.m.—I got baking soda.
9:02-9:31 a.m.—I sit in the grill and eat something.
9:32-9:47 a.m.—Look at clothes that I can’t afford online.
10:00 a.m.—Islam and Gender class with [Professor Caleb] Elfenbein, [History and Religious Studies,] the homie.
11:00 a.m.—Indoor soccer class wit the squadron.
11:00:01 a.m.—One second into the game, I score a goal and make everyone cry.
11:01 a.m.—I become the greatest of all time.
12:30 p.m.—Head to CRSSJ. Got to pray again.
12:51 p.m.—Thinking about a catchy plug to promote Black Kids Do Radio Too, that one show that comes on Friday morning from 1-2 a.m. on KDIC 88.5.
1:01 p.m.—Reply “ur mom” to practically every Yak I see.
1:15-4:05 p.m.—Learning and speaking French because I do it for the Black diaspora.
4:30 p.m.—Go to Indoor Soccer Club.
4:45 p.m.—Nirabh Koirala ’17 curses ridiculously because he skied a tap in.
4:50 p.m.—John Franca ’17 got bigger. It’s like every time I see him he gets stronger and I’m still cool like the other side of the pillow *insert sunglasses emoji*
4:55 p.m.—Muhammad Sami ’17 still hasn’t passed the ball.
6:00 p.m.—Sami is still dribbling.
6:55 p.m.—I head to dinner and chill with the brodies.
8:10 p.m.—Start homework by finding out what homework I have.
8:15 p.m.—Talk to roomie about how much homework I got.
8:30 p.m.—Walk to Noyce to do homework.
8:35-11:00 p.m.—Check emails, watch soccer highlights, compose playlist for radio show and chat on Facebook.
11:25 p.m.—Actually start homework.
12:55 a.m.—Walk back home.
1:04 a.m.—My roommate is asleep but I wake him up and tell him he’s no one.
