Fall break throws students out-of-whack
By Channey Williams–
Whew! What a week! It feels like everything’s just falling in on me! I don’t think I’ve ever missed so much sleep. Is it just me, or is this the most difficult week ever?
Take Wednesday for example. Somehow I managed to get to class on time. I somehow stumble-rolled out of bed and then I somehow stumble-rolled-fell into the kitchen. Now at this point I was supposed to be making coffee, but I don’t know, I guess I had convinced myself I would be good completely caffeine free.
I got into my first class, Philosophy—which starts at 8 a.m. by the way—and the teacher opened his mouth and I crashed. Seriously, I’m pretty sure I fell asleep with my eyes open or passed out or something, because one minute we’re looking at windows and then the next minute teacher’s all like “So why does this prove the existence of god?”
Dude, I can’t even figure out how to use my pen right now. It’s not happening. Not today. You want proof of god’s existence, me not slowly slumbering out of my desk into a pile of sleep on the classroom floor—there’s your proof.
If that wasn’t enough, my first big report is due for Biological Anthropology. It’s funny; October looked so far away back in August. We watched a video in class about Lucy, the missing link between monkeys and humans. One of the scientists said something about not being sure how she died. If she attended U of L and had the week that I had, I think it’s pretty safe to say I have a good idea what went down.
By the time I made it to Theater History class, I was so tired I couldn’t even try to be cute. Which is sad, because I’m aiming to get a minor in cuteness. We talked about Jim Crow and strippers, something like that. We also talked about Barbra Streisand. Well, technically we talked about Ziegfeld, who started the whole Ziegfeld girls, and the movie Funny Girl is based on the Ziegfeld girls, and Barbra Streisand is in that movie.
What am I saying?
I’m saying my notes for that class only consist of the words “Barbra Streisand.” I was also late for my Acting the Black Experience class. Again. Seriously, I get there like an hour late looking like an ogre, and everyone else showed up about an hour early looking like fresh morning dew.
That “fall break” we had threw me so off! My life this week has been like an Ikea shelving unit; I just can’t seem to get it together. Thank heavens for the weekends, right?
What? Don’t look at me like that! Not all my articles have to be philosophically mind-blowing, sometimes I like to rant. So anyway, how was your fall break?
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