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Hi. A couple weeks ago I found that within any school week, there is a general trend of what goes on in my head and/or how I am feeling. I am going to talk about my typical Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays in great detail. Additionally, I be will ranking and rating each of these days in order (worst to best). I am mostly excluding occurrences during class unless there is something significant to talk about.

Wednesday: This is the worst day out of the week. Hands down. Essentially, I wake up to a 7:00 AM alarm having only a mere 2-3 hours of sleep. The reason for this is the lab report or two (!) that’s usually due at 6:30 PM later that day. I head on over to my 8 AM class only to half-pay attention to the lecture. From then till about 6 PM, I am usually scrambling to finish the lab reports or study for a quiz that we take at the beginning of lab. The only things that I think about from 12-6 PM are 1) how the hell I am going to be able to finish, 2) how to ____________ ___________ [organic chemistry jargon], and 3) “I’m gonna fail”. Trisemesterly, there is an exam, which pushes a couple more of my buttons.  [1/10]

Monday:This is basically a Wednesday without the laboratory. [3/10]

Tuesday: I have the privilege unalienable right of waking up anywhere between 9 AM and 10 AM. It is very difficult to pay attention during lecture. All I can think about is the pretty girl who sits next to me and what I should say to her. If it were not for the lab report or two due the next day, I may have rated Tuesday slightly higher.[4/10]

Thursday: This is surprisingly a good day. There are no assignments that merit my immediate attention. Sometimes the pretty girl comes to class. The spontaneity of it is sometimes a real treat, but it often makes me tongue tied and overly self-conscious.[7/10]

Friday:Awesome. Probably one of the few times I’m happy to wake up at 7 AM. I mostly fifth-ass my classes until 3 PM. Regardless of the event later that night, stress levels are at a weekly low.[9/10]

Now I feel like talking about Saturday and Sunday.

Saturday:I wake up with half the day gone. Most of the time, I establish this day as a catch-up day, but this rarely follows through. Instead, I do neither fun nor stressful things.[variable]

Sunday: I wake up with half the day gone. Catch-up day. [variable]

I woke up to a source of light in the shape of a football. Before long, I was dizzy. I appeared to be upside down. I felt a smack on my ass. I cried.

That was 20 years ago. Now, nobody smacks me on the ass, but I still cry.

I can’t believe I’m writing a post. Who on earth is going to read this and do what I need to get done.

Uh.