Posts Tagged ‘day in the life’

7:45 snooze alarm 7:53 snooze alarm 8:01 snooze alarm, turn on lights, why the f*****ck is it still dark here at 8am?  why can i not get to bed before 1:30am?  8:09 drag ass out of bed.  first decision of the day: brush teeth or check e-mail first?  8:33 leave house.  all those good intentions (wearing makeup, looking presentable, not wearing hoodies to class) fall by the wayside.  you’d rather get that extra 5 minutes of sleep.  lots of layers: check.  umbrella: check. 8:45 pass through town market, running late.  get stuck ogling a display of scallops in their shells with that orange thing still attached (you wonder if that’s edible.  better check with Larousse Gastronomique).  You stare at a pile of skinned, freaky rabbits, and drool by an ice-bed of glistening spiky sea urchins.   delight in stereotypes at the market: old ladies in kerchiefs with wicker baskets.  everyone with baguette in hand. 8:59 barely make it to class on time.  classroom is freezing cold.  the coffee in your INSEAD mug is also cold and tastes like piss.  why can’t they brew warm, decent coffee?  9:25 fight to stay awake by taking copious notes.  poke neighbor to keep him awake.  9:33 fight to stay awake by asking clarification on an accounting fine point you could care less about.  12:00 lunch @ the cafeteria (oh, excuse moi: restaurant!)  note salmon as the entree you need not have again.  unintentionally sit next to a d-bag who wants it to make it his personal goal that you come to Tavers next weekend in red but leave wearing green.  you want to tell him that he should really trim those hideous nails before he propositions anyone.  2:00 food coma setting in.  you realize that pre-reading was a bad idea as the class is gonna cover it again at an excruciatingly slow pace.    5:35 talk on something or other.  nb: you only go to the ones that don’t require dress-up.  you have every intention of listening, but you bring your computer anyways and end up spending the hour online.  you’re a chick, so you can multitask alright.  7:28 gym.  sauna.  so nice.  8:32 walk home.  try not to get stuck on how miserable fbl is after dark and how no one ever makes eye-contact on the street unless it is reproachful because you walked into the crosswalk when they were turning.  9:00 home is a mess.  the cleaning lady hasn’t come.  or she did, but did not clean.  it’s unclear.  what she did do was turn off all the heaters in the common areas, so it’s freezing.  sweet.  9:30 do some pre-reading for something or other.  realize you’ve been staring at the same paragraph for 20 minutes and still don’t know what it says.  10:46 call mom.  mom tries to trouble shoot your problem.  you’re don’t want to be unthankful, but you would rather she just listen when you bitch.  she reminds you of how you tend to make rash decisions when you’re upset.  you know that she’s right.  you promise her not to buy any real estate in Fontainebleau.  11:00 skype the boy.  promise him you’re not even gonna go to Tavers.  bitch about landlord.  boy doesn’t try to trouble shoot.  knows better.  sends you a funny Jon Stewart video of George Bush’s press tour about how great his presidency has been.  it’s sort of funny.  it’s mostly sad.    11:17 go to le shaker, the gay bar of Fonty that tries to look like a swank city bar.  you shake it, make nice with some folks, introduce yourself to someone you’ve already met who turns out to be in your section.  make excuses about how you’re bad with faces/names/paying attention.  1:00 go home. everyone else is still out, so that makes you an L7 weanie.  1:30 go to sleep 

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