| Murphy's
Law must have been born on a Friday
By Jessica Alexander
"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP..."
Two hours later. "BEEP,
BEEP, BEEP!" Crap! I can't believe you Jessica!
It must be something about Fridays, because I just can't
think of a single Friday this semester that has gone
exactly to plan.
Like most college students, the night
before a test is crunch time. You don't really mind
the fact that you haven't studied at all, but you try
to look at it as an opportunity. An opportunity to stay
up all night and make Red Bull runs to Aggie Station.
I, on the other hand, just fall asleep on my mound of
clothes I have yet to put away from my last Laundromat
visit, a.k.a. my home in Salt Lake.
My original plan was to set the alarm
for six and study for a few hours before the test, but
to my surprise I jumped out of bed several hours later
with a dry mouth and extreme bed-head. With no time
to shower, I jumped in my car and pulled into the parking
terrace with amazing Dale Earnhardt Jr. skills, and
began sprinting to Room 121, Old Main.
I flew down the stairs, and noticed
my shoes were untied.
Of course, your shoes would
come untied.
I looked at my hands. I noticed I
didn't have my backpack. Realization set in, and I laughed
out loud. You don't even have a pen! Or a pencil!
Or any writing utensil at all! my inner monologue
mocked me.
I ran through the hall and into the
bookstore.
"Excuse me, do you have a pen
I could borrow?"
"Yeah sure, here's one with
a cute little sunflower on it," the associate smiles
back at me.
I returned a half-smile with a small
chuckle.
"Umm, well I'm going to take
a test right now, can I bring it right back to you?"
I was almost hoping she would say no, so that I didn't
have to walk late into my classroom only holding a diamond-studded
pen with a sunflower growing from the top of it.
"Oh, did you want a regular
pen?"
Thank God. "Yes, that
would be great, thank you!" I grabbed the pen and quickly
walked to the back door.
Why does this always happen
to me?
I finally got to class and sat in
an open desk. I'm ready. God, please help me remember
these answers! I started with my name and date,
then number one: "Name the social psychologist that
identified the cognitive dissonance"
Okay, let's see. A. Heider.
Next question.
After about 10 questions or so, sudden
realization that makes me hate being a girl set in.
Yes, it would happen today.
I finished the test, said thank you
to Dr. Marquart-Pyatt and bolted out of there. I got
home, took care of some girl business, jumped on my
gigantic clothes pile, put on some tunes, and drowned
the world out.
I'm sleeping until noon.
I laughed as I drifted off. This
will never change, will it?
NW
JP
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