I thought that writing blogs was hard enough, but having to write English essays just to learn how to write essays is even worse. I admit to having a lack of motivation. I don't want to write any more essays unless they have a point. I'm sick of being asked to write about anything just so long as it's two pages long, and having my English prof glare at me, and my classes in general. Although most of my professors are nice (obviously not including my English professor), the material is very boring and it makes going to lectures an all out chore.
Here is how my average day goes:
I wake up exhausted from hearing people walking in the halls all hours of the night and laughing until midnight in the next room over. Walking to my minifridge, I pour myself some cereal only to put it down and forget about it until it has become complete mush. After shoveling my poor excuse for cereal into my mouth I stumble to the bathroom to take a shower. I go to my preferred shower stall at the far end of the bathroom and step inside. Peeling the giant hairball off the shower wall, I turn on the water and wait for it to heat up. Some mornings the water is so cold my feet instantly go numb which causes me to jump and almost lose my balance. After regaining my balance, I step into the limp stream of water coming from the shower head whether it is warm or not. In fifteen quick minutes I am finished and starting to dry off. This is one of the worst parts of the shower as I must dry off right under one of the bathroom fans. No matter how quickly my towel moves the cold air always seems to find the one spot of cooling water that I missed. I quickly jump into my bathrobe and head back to my room.
In my room I encounter many more problems. My main problem is my roommate does not wake up until I am back from my first class. Knowing that she needs her sleep I try to be as quiet as possible in the mornings. However, quietly getting changed in the dark is not an easy thing to do. Opening drawers, putting on pants and trying to get a shirt off of a metal clothes hanger are not things done quietly. Then I have to finish the rest of the assignments that are due that day. I scribble down the answers and quickly finish typing up an essay or two. After that I'm all ready to go to my classes.
My classes are the main reason that I have lost my motivation. Math is boring by nature. It is made even worse when the professor doesn't speak English well and looks even more tired than I do. It is the only class that I have ever been to that makes me even more tired than I was when I arrived. I then have a couple hours before my next class which I use to go over notes and attempt some more assignments. My next class is classics which is the only course that I enjoy. Although the professor speaks in a monotone he makes jokes and the material itself is interesting. During these classes I actually take good notes and enjoy learning. For about ten minutes after that class my motivation almost returns. Unfortunately, right after that I have to go to biology which is like math: boring by nature. Biology courses in later years may be more interesting, but for the time being I am stuck learning about bacteria and viruses at lightning speed. There is a lot of information to understand in very little time. Add a lab component to that and you get a down right evil course. I then stay in my seat and wait for my next class to start. Chemistry is the class that I dread the most. It is boring, complicated and requires math. I usually zone out after a few minutes and only come to in time to move out of the lecture hall with the rest of the students. Heading to the lab I have to dodge speed walkers and slowpokes alike. When I finally arrive at the laboratory I have to change into my lab coat and get ready to play with some chemicals. After a long and painfully boring experiment, I am finally free to go back to my room and work on assignments.
Once back in my room, I have to clean up a bit and eat. On the days that I have labs I usually don't have time to eat lunch so I am starving by the time I get home. Sadly, the dining hall I have to eat at has very few good healthy meals that I can eat. Being allergic to soy and chemical preservatives makes eating anything not prepared by hand difficult. Of course I can't cook for myself because I don't have the pots and pans and I have nowhere to store them in my room. My most common meal is cereal. When all else fails it is always there to fill my stomach. After eating there is work to be done and eventually bed. Of course it is difficult to sleep when lights are on so my roommate has to deal with the one small reading light she has. It is usually an hour before I am finally fully off in dreamland.
That's my life as it is right now. Not fun and very tiring. On the bright side it is almost over and soon I will be in a house where I can cook my own meals and have an entire room to myself. In fact I signed the lease this morning and I got the master bedroom. I need the extra space so I can expand my book collection and have a place to put all the reference materials I'll need for my archaeology major.
Now it's time for me to sign off and go to sleep. Good night y'all!!!! (Why "y'all"? Because I felt like it!!!!)
