6:45 a.m. — Another Monday. First alarm goes off. Accursed 8 a.m. classes, forcing me to wake up with the sun.
7:00 a.m. — Scroll through today’s menu on G-Licious. I hope there will be greek yogurt for breakfast.
7:15 a.m. -— Excitedly shuffle to the greek yogurt station. Realize it’s actually vanilla yogurt day. Swear silently. Eat the vanilla yogurt anyway, because breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
8:00 a.m. — French class. Why is the end of nearly every word in this language silent?
9:00 a.m. — Chinese class. Accidentally use the word for “terrible” when describing my Chinese professor rather than the word for “great.”
10:00 a.m. — Computer Science. Is this really how computers talk?
11:30 a.m. — Lunch time, woo. Is the deli open?
11:35 a.m. — Crap, not open. Join the shortest line instead.
12:00 p.m. — Time for a nap. Return to dorm.
12:05 p.m. — Remove clothing and
play on phone with room fan on highest setting. Don’t actually fall
asleep.
1:50 p.m. — Crap, I should’ve taken a nap. Speed-walk to Steiner Hall.
2:00 p.m. — Linguistics class. We’re almost done, phew.
3:00 p.m. — Plan to jump rope and shadow box outside of Younker. Take nap instead.
4:40 p.m. — Wake up. Hmm, I should still try to exercise.
4:45 p.m. — Do some jumping jacks and punch at my own shadow. It’s supposed to be good exercise, I hear.
5:00 p.m. — Now I’m exhausted. At least it’s time to eat again! Take a shower to get rid of my smell.
5:30 p.m. — Oh, so NOW the deli’s open?
6:00 p.m. — Loiter in the Dining Hall with Jemuel Santos ’19.
6:15 p.m. — Loiter in the Dining Hall with Jemuel Santos ’19.
6:40 p.m. — Loiter in the -— alright, I should probably get some homework done. Head to Burling.
7:00 p.m. — Set up shop in writing mentor area. Hope I don’t get kicked
out by an actual writing mentor.
7:30 p.m. — Haven’t been kicked out yet. Guess I can start my homework now.
8:00 p.m. — Actually an earnest ef-
fort to get my work done.
10:00 p.m. — This is where I cut off my work. If I’m only three pages into the 20 page reading, it’s because the universe was trying to tell me to get some rest. Listen to the universe. Plan to finish reading during tomorrow’s lunch instead.
11:00 p.m. — I’m back in my dorm now. I wonder if people can hear me singing Ne-yo’s music over the fan.
11:35 p.m. — Visualize my mom yelling at me to brush my teeth. Do exactly that.
11:45 p.m. — My teeth are clean. Remove clothes and set four alarms for tomorrow. My first class tomorrow starts at 3 p.m.
