9/28/10, Tuesday.

I guess this day starts with the night before. I have an 8am lab every Tuesday morning so I purposely went to bed early, turning off the light at 10:15pm or so. Of course I couldn’t fall asleep. I went back and forth from turning on the light and reading to laying there awake in the darkness, contemplating life and worrying about imaginary situations. I fell asleep around 2, after Christine came home drunk and fell asleep on top of the covers of her bed.

647am. My alarm goes off playing Summer of 98. “Everything worked out at school then…”

720am. I roll out of the house, not particularly happy about my outfit, and wondering if I have time to get gas before leaving. I end up driving past the gas station because I see an oil truck there and don’t know if they’re still open.

745am. I arrive at the island of ihpleda, and park by new hall and the library. I sit around listening to music in my car/burning away the few remnants of gas left in my tank. I get out at 7:55 and walk to class and note that it feels like a rain forest outside.

815am. Professor finally arrives and we take a lab test. I mess up some parts of it but then fix it before I hand in the papers. My alter ego from prep, Susan P, texts me to tell the professor that she has a weird stomach virus and cant come in. I get out of class early.

840am. I pass time on facebook in the library before my stats class.

925am. Go to stats class downstairs. Spend 50% of the class staring out the window,  25% drawing a flag inside my notebook, and another 25 paying attention. Don’t learn much.

1030am. Get out of class ten minutes early. Walk back to my car in the parking lot to drop off the retarded two required notebooks and 50 lb textbook that I’m forced to bring to class. Spend ten minutes trying to figure out if I should wear my jacket or my sweatshirt for the rest of the day. In all of the commotion, I leave my keys in the cup holder.

1053am. Arrive three minutes late to Psychoanalysis, a truly riveting class in which the professor insists upon reading directly from the textbook for 75 grueling minutes. I spend much of this class staring out the window as well.

1205pm. Class ends. I run into Mary, and she tells me about the Circle K meeting I missed last night.

1207pm. While I’m talking to her, you walk by, talking to someone else. You see me and I see you, but at different times, as always.

1215pm. I go to Social Psychology, the class that used to be my favorite this semester but is no longer. The professor spends 45 minutes wasting time and going over every single question of the test. The rest of the class is spent rushing through a powerpoint.

120pm. The professor puts us into groups for a group project we are going to be doing later in the semester. I hate group projects.

130pm. The class ends and I rush out, uncharacteristically wanting to go home really badly.

138pm. I arrive at my car. A girl in an SUV asks me if I’m leaving so that she can take my spot. I tell her I am and look through my bag for my keys.

139pm. I don’t have my keys. I wonder if I left them inside when I dropped off that damn textbook. I blame the professor for making me carry that book as opposed to myself for changing from my sweatshirt to my jacket and back again. I call my Dad and ask if he can bring the spare keys to school when he gets out of work, three hours later.

145pm. I figure I should at least eat something if I’m going to be at school this afternoon, so I head to the UC and run into Mary. We eat lunch together in the Underground Cafe.

225pm. James calls for our phone date. He tells me the drama going down at Bing, and I tell him the mundane details of my trapped-at-school-day.

305pm. I go to the library and kill time on facebook again. Then I head to Linda’s office to see if there’s anything exciting going on there. I run into my friend Chris who apparently works in the same office. While I’m talking to him, Linda walks by and says whatsup. Unfortunately, she has a meeting to go to. I leave the office and head back outside in search of something to do.

340pm. I run into Kasey in the UC while I’m making the exciting purchase of yogurt. She is with two of her friends, Michelle, who I met last week and drove to a train station because Kasey led her to the wrong one, and Deanna, who recognizes me from our Religious Cultures class. Uncharacteristically, I can’t, for the life of me, remember seeing her in that class.

350pm. We go back to Kasey’s dorm and she lends me the Psychoanalysis textbook to read while I’m killing time. “Freud and Beyond.” Her roommate Brittney is in the room and she is still the most laid back person I’ve ever encountered.

400pm. We all head to the library. They have formed their own study group for a speech pathology class they are taking. I head upstairs and go on facebook and mapquest directions to ihpleda for my dad.

430pm. I can’t concentrate on Freud and Beyond so I head outside and sit on one of the benches by the side of the library. The wind keeps blowing my hair and the pages of the book in crazy directions.

448pm. You walk by in a gust of wind, leafing through papers in your hands, never once looking up.

455pm. Lauren and Kat from Circle K come by and talk to me. Lauren asks me if I want to come to her dorm and hangout so I go to Eddy Hall with them.

511pm. Dad calls and says he is here and asks which parking lot to go into. I run downstairs and out of Eddy and sprint through the grass in front of new hall. He is waiting in the parking lot with my keys.

545pm. Home at last. Time to do all of this again tomorrow.