8:30 am: wake up from a dream about being Atticus Finch’s controversially young girlfriend
8:31 am: shed a single tear from the disappointment of my reality AKA not being Atticus Finch’s controversially young girlfriend
9 am: breakfast consisting of a failed sunny-side up and my roommate’s leftover toast
(this is me when I don’t eat left over toast and a bad sunny side up egg)
10 am: take a short quiz on my reading for my “Who Should Vote” class
10:06 am: that moment when you realize you had the right answer in the first place, only to have crossed it out and written in a wrong one
11 am: take yet another short quiz for BIOS 363: Extraterrestrials Elsewheres on a reading that I did not do because I literally joined the class the night before. Shout-out humanity majors in STEM
12 pm: lunch with friends at West Servery, and brave the maximum security prison-like surveillance of said servery
1 pm: my first Latin class, where I am shocked to discover that no one wears tweed suits, is engaged in incestuous relationships with their twin, or is the leader of a murderous cult. Latin classes aren’t what they used to be…
2 pm: hang out with one of my favorite friends, Shem, at Brochstein!
2:15 pm: my jaw hits the floor from the utter talent and sophistication emanating from Shem’s poetry chapbook that he’s drafting for our Advanced Poetry class
2:35 pm: a quick ten minute poetry writing session with Shem
4 pm: go to my Media and Film Analysis class where we discuss the 1948 Italian neorealist film, Bicycle Thieves
5:15 pm: trudge back home to my off-campus apartment
5:45 pm: dinner
6:00 pm: mess around on my phone
9:30 pm: open up InDesign and do some typesetting. This is where I format the text and make specific design pages so that it looks like a published novel. The project I’m currently working on is Ernest Hemingway’s 1926 novel, The Sun Also Rises.
11 pm: shower. During this shower, I finalize what my vision for my poetry chapbook will be as well as its structure. I also create a list of potential subjects for poems that will be written for my chapbook.
(The shower in question)
12 am: pop some NyQuill for my cold.
“NyQuill”
1 am: knock out.