I'm finally back in Chicago and it feels good. I am ready to hit this semester hard and make some dope work. Somewhere in the equation to yield success at SAIC is a little known (and to those who do know it, often ignored) necessity: a good nights sleep and promptness.
Anyone who has ever made an appointment with me for anything knows that I'm an early bird. This means that usually I arrive a half hour before I need to for every class so I can enjoy the commute over at a comfortable pace all while leaving enough time aside for Murphy and his stupid law to gobble up if he's feeling in the mood to shut down the Blue Line.
Today is my first class so I wanted an extra early start. No problem. Well, there's one problem. Last night I ignored the little known secret that promotes a healthy, happy day. In other words, I stayed up very late and got two hours of sleep.
Not a huge dilemma, I'm a big boy and have the next three days to rest. I crawl out of bed feeling incredibly shitty. Shittier than usual, actually. I look outside and it's dark as night. I toss on the long johns, get dressed and bundle up for the cold, unforgiving Chicago commute.
I arrive to class. It's early and no one is there. Nice. Hang out for a bit, drink some free Coffee and surf the web.
Time goes by. It's 9:00 AM and no one is in sight. Was class cancelled? No way.
9:15. Do I have the right room? Panic sets in. I bite the bullet and wait it out and surf the web. That's when I notice something on Gizmodo. The most recent post (one I had not read earlier in the morning) was at 8:00 AM. Had I gone through a time warp? My phone said it was just after 9. My laptop said it was 9, too. What's going on? Where is everybody? Am I being watched?
I'm scared.
I go downstairs to the empty lobby and ask the security guard a silly question.
"Is it eight or nine?"
She looks at me and says the most saddening news I could hear.
"It's eight. I'm so sorry."
She laughs, I sort of laugh and I crawl back into the elevator to sit like a schmuck in an empty student lounge. My head hurts.
Thanks a lot Eastern Time. You really know how to show a fella' a good morning.
5 comments:
alright kevi, now, whenever we're due to hangout, ill tell you the wrong time. you always say "what time is it?" and i always tell the truth. You then, proceed to tell me you need another hour to get ready blah blah blah.
What time is it? Easy.
two hours later than it actually is.
You can thank me later
hey. both of our most recent blog posts are about being stupid on the first day of class. we're a mess.
When you say you "sort of laugh"ed I have a pretty good picture in my head of what you did.
live and learn
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