A Day In The Life of Colin Coad

. . . a Monday in Spring semester of 2005, to be exact.

I wake up bright and early at the crack of 8:18 AM. Not very many good things happen at 8:18 AM, let me tell you. If I were in charge of the world, nobody would wake until 10 AM on weekdays and 12 PM on week ends.

I hop down from my bunk and casually notice that Jim is still sleeping. He has class at the same time that I do, but he prefers not to worry about hygiene in the morning.

Sometimes I do some homework in the morning, but only if absolutely necessary. More often than I would like to admit I do very little homework on the weekends and it does become absolutely necessary.

It's not a secret that I don't like mondays. It's a terrible way to start your week. So, in an effort to brighten my Monday, I wear different colored socks. That way, whenever I bow my head in displeasure of Mondayness, I see my different colored socks and it cheers me up.

This is me. I'm on my way out to tackle the day, craftilly defeating depression and drudgery with smiles and good humor.

I go to the cafeteria and feast on water (the fluid of life), and corn pops (one of God's gifts to breakfast).

This is Jen and Jill. Sometimes I eat breakfast with them. Greg is next to me, but is not pictured (did you think he was a baggel?).

They drink V8. I think that's way gross.

I walk to class with a spring in my step - no, really, I have a spring stuck in my shoe and I can't get it out. I like to walk by the Quad - it makes me feel like I know what's going on around campus.

I enter the Courtyard Cafe to meet with my Business and Technical Writing group. We don't meet for class anymore, because the teacher is cool. We're pretty much on our own.

After the meeting, I got to Statistics class. There we talk about strange things that few people understand and even fewer care about. Sometimes the teacher teaches in Russian for fun.

After Statistics, I go to the Transportation building for my Transportation Engineering class. I find that to be appropriate.

On this particular Monday, we had a test and everyone was quite frantic (as indicated by the blurriness of the picture). Normally, we talk about the design of highways and stuff.

I pretty much retrace my steps back to Newman Hall after class. Sometimes I wait for Stephanie to get out of class and we eat lunch together. Other times I just eat.

After I choke down some questionable edibles, I climb 59 steps to the fourth floor.

This is the door. I'll admit it's not very exciting.

Then I do homework. Homework and I don't get along so well, but we manage.

Sometimes I peek over to see if Luke is still sleeping. He was. Maybe he's just an incredibly sleepy guy; sometimes he sleeps a whole hour while his alarm is going off. Frickin' amazing, if you ask me.

The homework drags on. . .

If I remember to shave, it offers a nice distraction.

Then I have a smooth face.

At 3 PM, I journey to the Armory to watch a movie for my Film class. Sounds fun, right? That's what I thought too, but it turns out those academic tyrants know how to take the fun out of anything.

We often watch disturbing experimental films. To their credit, we do, on occasion, watch something enjoyable, like North By Northwest, or Sling Blade.

I walk back home, happy to be able to say I'm done with class.

I chow down some Newman cuisine. I really didn't like the lasagna, but it's hard to go wrong with a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.

Two heart attacks and 59 steps later, I'm back in my room. Usually Luke is awake by now.

I like juice. Sometimes I have some.

A little homework later, Jim and I venture out into the unknown, seeking ladies.

Jim, addicted primarily to sugar and secondarily to caffeine, loads up his pitcher for later.

We head over to our three favorite ladies' place and chill like a couple of rock and roll stars.

This is Nicole, looking particularly sleepy. I swear it wasn't me that bored her to sleep.

On Mondays or Tuesdays (sometimes both), somebody inevitably orders pokey sticks. We all feast with smiles on our faces and grease on our fingers. I didn't happen to get a picture of them before they were eaten.

Then, regretably, more homework. Such is the path I've chosen.

It gets late.

Late becomes later. Capitulating to weariness, I head to bed.

And that's my day! Needless to say, there is some variety among Mondays, so I keep my sanity. . . or do I???

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