A Case of the Mondays

I stared at the rings under my eyes, wondering if they had become a permanent fixture of my appearance. Or worse yet that exhaustion might have become my default state of being. The morning air was cold and my shower had left me unsatisfied. Our hot water heater seemed to be as ill-equipped to handle the weather as I was.

I looked upon the leftovers in my fridge with an expression of disdain. I wasn’t about to throw any of the Chinese that I had been hoarding away, but I wasn’t about to eat any of it either. I didn’t feel keen on taking a trip to the local grocer, so rather than doing so I made my way to a local coffee shop to grab some soup before I consigned myself to the library for the night. Their soup of the day was chicken noodle. Appropriate.

At this point in time I realized that I had left my headphones in my room. The music playing at Mugby Junction would do while I ate my soup, but this would make my time at the library rather unpleasant. The inclement weather quelled any considerations that I had about retrieving them. As I pondered my predicament “Biggest Mistake” by The Rolling Stones started to play from the speaker above my head. This left me no choice but to laugh about my minor misfortune. I’d be returning home for dinner in a few hours anyway.

I wasn’t surprised that the library was crowded when I arrived. Perturbed, but not surprised. It’s always this way at the end of the semester. I wondered where these people did their studying during the rest of the year. To be entirely honest I was more concerned with why they weren’t studying there now. Some day when I have the time I’ll propose my model for priority seating in the library to the university. If the voting took place in the library during the middle of the semester it would pass for sure.

When I finally found my seat I examined my schedule for the week and tried to establish a timeline for when I would need to finish each of my projects. It’s probable that a number of these deadlines should have been set to be met some time last month.   

One seven page paper, one portfolio comprised of revisions of everything I’ve done in my writing class, one PowerPoint presentation and two exams. Easy peasy. As fortune would have it my finals schedule left my Monday and Tuesday completely free. It’s really never as bad as it looks- it’s always better or worse. Personally, I try not to sweat the pressure too much. These things have a way of working out.