By LYDIA WILLIAMS
Your neighbor’s dog, which they don’t take out enough, wakes you up.
Your roommate used all the water in your Brita and didn’t refill it so you have to dig through a sink of dirty dishes to pull a cup and fill it with lead sink water.
Last night you foolishly thought you were capable of doing laundry after smoking a fat joint. You trek down the many flights to the basement to find you didn’t actually close the dryer door fully and your clothes are still sopping wet. You restart the dryer and climb back up empty-handed. You decide not to change out of your pjs for your 8 a.m. Fashion in Early 20th Century Film class, you’ll say it’s a conscious rebellion against the patriarchal concept of “respectability.”
The Science Center elevator is broken and your class is on the fourth floor. Directly behind you sits a girl coughing up a lung every other minute. She has no mask on and uses her sleeve as a tissue. The professor calls on you right in the middle of a record breaking doodle jump run and ruins it. It is seven minutes till the end of class and a classmate asks a complex question that the professor decides to answer in extreme detail. The same student must be avoiding going back to their roommate because they ask follow-up questions and end up holding you ten minutes after class.
Because you were held overtime, the line at DKs wraps around the corner. You finally turn the corner and no one has any clue which line they are in or where they are supposed to go. You sit down to eat and you bite into an uncut chunk of garlic in your meatball. Your breath smells like garlic so you decide to get a chai for the road. But you forgot they have been out of chai for five days now so you get a latte instead. It takes 10 more minutes for them to make your drink because the workers have been gossiping the whole time. Oh well, at least you got some good tea. You shove the heavy ass Pearsons doors open with one hand and are greeted with a steady drizzle of rain. Today has been just too much so you decide to skip your dance class in Hendricks. Who wants to go all the way down there anyway?
On the way back to your Emerson dorm, a group of touring students pass you. One girl in yoga pants snickers and whispers something to another 17 year old in yoga pants as you walk by. You hope security has finally caught the bat living on your floor. You take off your wet clothes and go to take a shower. You fumble with the nozzle for a while until you finally accept they must have shut the water off again.
Whatever, you’re just going to take a three hour nap in your college issued twin xl.
Featured image: Betty Cavicchia’28
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