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Why I Love Mondays

October 24, 2006   

7:45 a.m.: alarm goes off.

8:00 a.m.: alarm goes off

8:15 a.m.: alarm goes off. I actually get out off bed this time, brew some coffee, and foolishly think I’ll be warm enough in a shirt and jacket.

8:45 a.m.: out the door and across campus for my German quiz.

9:00 – 9:45 a.m.: take German quiz and become officially done with classes for the day. 

9:45 – 10:30 a.m.: go back to room, take shower because it's rainy and freezing outside, and put on three layers of shirts this time, plus a scarf.

10:30 – 11 a.m.: meet with my German professor; end up seriously considering going to Vienna next year for study abroad.

11 – 11:45 a.m.: try to read Hemingway, start daydreaming about Vienna.

11:45 – 12:15 p.m.: lunch at the Diner. Accidentally receive lettuce on my Buffalo chicken patty instead of tomato. Decide lettuce is a fantastic addition to Buffalo chicken patties.

12:15 – 1:45 p.m.: borrow my suitemate’s car and drive with another suitemate into town to buy the following things: a new rug for our common room (the old one was unsalvageable), needle and thread so I can sew buttons back onto my winter coat (since I think I’ll be needing to wear it very, very soon), and more herbal tea (since I already drank what I had).

1:45 – 2:15 p.m.: do the unthinkable — clean our suite’s kitchen. Top to bottom. I’m invigorated by the presence of the new rug, apparently, and wash all the dishes in the sink, throw out the half-eaten boxes of cereal, and then wipe down the stove and counter with Clorox wipes.

2:15 – 3:00 p.m.: move onto my own room and vacuum it, since there was a sizeable amount of coffee grounds on the floor (I have bad aim when I wake up). Reorganize all loose papers lying around. Make bed.

3:00 – 3:15 p.m.: admire clean kitchen. Wish my suitemates were around to admire it with me.

3:15 – 4:00 p.m.: actually read Hemingway. Still distracted by thought of Vienna.

4:00 – 6:00 p.m.: work at the Writing Center. I have two conferences which take up most of the time. Help a kid out with a Cold War analysis, and then an anthropology paper about the role of strip clubs in Japan. My job is amazing.

6:00 – 6:30 p.m.: dinner at McEwen. Coffee afterwards.

6:30 – 7:30 p.m.: at our radio station, frantically trying to coordinate a live broadcast of a lecture in the Science Center, since in addition to being the staff director, I’m the studio monitor. Eventually succeed, half an hour late, but it was still pretty “magical,” as WHCL’s general manager commented.

7:30 – 9:30 p.m.: sit in the library and try to de-stress. Ignore Hemingway to re-read some volumes of poetry for my Intermediate Poetry Workshop.

9:30 p.m. – 10:00 p.m.: IMF (Independent Music Fund) meeting. I bring my own mug of tea. We schedule a movie night, screening Harry Nillsson’s The Point! and Andrew W.K.’s Who Knows? which I’ve already seen twice in my own common room, since my neighbors are the current "captains" of the IMF.

10:00 p.m. – 12:00 a.m.: watch Fellini’s in another suite.

12:00 a.m. – 1:00 a.m.: help friends compose the daily humor bulletin, The Daily Bull. Or rather, laugh at what they write. Drink more tea.

1:00 a.m. – back to my own room to sleep.

 And that was my Monday. Less than an hour of class-time, but a full day’s worth of college.