November 21, 2002

Pain, Suffering, and 8 A.M.

There's something magical about being awake at 6:30 a.m. in the morning. And no, I don't mean the fresh morning air, or the clear blue skies. I mean the pain, the exhaustion, the desire to sleep and not wake up (for at least a week). The hatred for everyone and everything. Really, this is a great time to be awake. And normally, I would have nothing against being awake at 6:30 a.m., because some people do that and that's their thing, and that's OK. But it was never and will never be my thing. Chance and fate and other stupid stuff like that have forced me to be awake around 6:30 a.m. almost every single day that I have been at college (excluding weekends and holidays, of course), but this by no means implies that I either enjoy or tolerate this life. I will not fall into complacency. I will fight!! In other news, my next semester schedule is almost complete (but far from finalized), and only includes two (unavoidable) 8am classes and only three techs. This schedule might completely change, but there is no plan to increase either the number of techs or the number of 8 a.m. classes. Then again, neither was there this plan last semester and look what happened. Only time will tell.