Monday Sucks

Typically I have normal Monday’s that turn out being like any other day of the week. Not so today.

The day was off to a bright start when I set my alarm clock incorrectly last night before bed, setting it an hour before I had to get up. Needless to say, my alarm went off at 7:20 rather than 8:20, something completely terrible to someone like me who finally crawled into bed at 1AM after studying and relaxing. The soft inner voice in my foggy mind told me to check the time on my phone to see what time it was, because I have a daily ritual of laying in bed after the alarm rings, waiting for a snow storm to knock out all life outside and have class cancelled and I can easily fall back to my sweet slumber. But this morning I didn’t check my alarm to see what time it is, so I tumbled down from bed to get dressed, put my contacts in, and even post an away message on Instant Messenger saying that I had class till 10:30ish. As I was sliding on my grandmother’s ring and fastening my cross necklace, I finally did a time check and to my utter surprise discovered it was 7:30 something- and I was disgusted. Sure, it would only be an hour or so, but still- that hour can make a difference. I need a good 8 hours + to function. Not today.

I debating on whether to be a hyper active freak and go get breakfast from the food court to start the day off bright, but knowing I lost that much sleep only depressed me to the point where I crawled back into bed and tried to cuddle under the covers to get some quick shut eye. I set my alarm, and off I went…until I heard the alarm go off after a quick millisecond of shut eye passed. Gosh.

Off to the first class of the day at 9:00AM: Studio Skills. Our teacher, who isn’t even a professor but just a fill in, gives abnormal assignments and speaks to the class in this weird lecture form where he speaks, takes an awkward pause, and then speaks again. Lather, rinse, repeat if necessary. One word: boring. He speaks of nothing that has relevance to do with the class and the curriculum. Today was the critique for the project I had procrastinated on to the point where I forced myself to get a marker out. To my surprise, the critique was nice, quick, to the point. (My previous critiques from last semester were dreadful, lasting 2 hours and 50 minutes.) But to my great disadvantage, he kept us right to the minute- 11:50- talking about gibberish no one in the class understood. He gibbered for an hour and 50 minutes. Lord, spare me now.

After getting through that class and half tempted to pick up a change of minor form at the Bursar’s office, I scurried over to my next class at 12 for a test on some notes we’ve taken since the beginning of the year. This Space Science class has no required textbook, which is nice for my wallet, but not for test day. The professor informed us that He is the textbook. The test seemed harder than it was expected to be. I studied everything in notes, I even know facts I didn’t need to know.

But the sickening feeling of failure set in and my heart dropped about 60 feet to the floor as I saw the grade decline from A, then B, then C, and hopefully not any lower. I set a standard for myself to earn a GPA of 3.7, like I did last semester and now in one test I feel like a lost cause. I often got this feeling from my math classes all through school. I thought I knew the material, I thought I had it down pat, and now I am left with nothing on exam day.

I left the room and my fellow classmate who lives in the same building as me starts raving to me how easy the exam was after I told him I found it extremely difficult. I studied all last night, he studied for twenty minutes. If I had a girl friend that was in my class, she would be supportive and wouldn’t even discuss her level of achievement on the test. See, this is why I am sick of men. I’m glad I have no attachment to some significant other. I just can’t take it right now. All I’ve seen is stupidity lately- raw stupidity. This is why I’m single. I need a vacation from relationships AKA senseless, emotionally colorblind men. Too much work.

After ditching my classmate who had royally irritated me from his never-ending knowledge of the notes he barely studied, I ate with some friends who perked me up to the point of maybe laughing or smiling. I returned to my room, grabbed my favorite pink towel that is softer than the clouds themselves, and took a steamy hot shower to wash away the disgust and anguish from a rare but roaring ruthless Monday. This, my friends, just plain sucks.

I am done with classes for the day (Thank the heavens!) but I still have matters to attend to. Another quiz is coming my way on constellations Wednesday and a Literature of the Bible test on Thursday. I intend to my fullest to knock them down with no problem- but then again- I aimed for that today. Hopefully it will get better, I know it will. As a good friend of mine from the PH said: “Eh... you'll have days like these. And the only thing you can do is persevere through them... there's light at the end of the tunnel- and it's not another train coming...”. Well put. I’m out to do some more work. Later gators.