We all remember high school. Or maybe we don’t. It depends on the circles you spent time in, what era you lived in, and whether or not you were straight-laced. However, we all remember those lazy days. “I don’t feel like working.” We have all said that at one time or another. Here at Wabash, you can’t do that. Lazy days don’t exist. On some days, time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
Today, as fate would have it, was the busiest day I’ve had yet here. First, I had to tackle the theological jungle that is Augustine. Now, this man was a real brain teaser. His theological ideas make absolutely no sense until about two in the morning when you wake up and realize that he is a genius. I know. I’ve done this. I did it this morning. Smacking my head off of the concrete wall as I rose, I immediately had my entire paper ready. Now if that isn’t the sign of an overactive mind, I don’t know what is.
After having my head slammed and bamboozled, I headed out to the wonderful far-off isle of Venice (Ok, it was just a class at the library, but still…….). There, we talked about Casanova, who, dare I say it, has given me some interesting ideas. Also, we threw around the questions of desire and true love. So, to keep a running tally, my head has been smacked and bamboozled, and my heart has been at once smacked and hugged. Pretty interesting day so far.
As I returned and set to work upon the wondrous Augustine paper, I had a sudden realization that very nearly made me smack my head off of the wall again. I had been invited to a get-together on Thursday that I could not pass up, and it happened to conflict with my lab time that day. So, running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I finally managed to wriggle my way into Professor Polley’s lab so that I would have it done. Now, it is important to note that I had to skip lunch. This is not optimal. When I don’t eat, I don’t function very well. So, continuing our tally, smacked and bamboozled head, hugged and slapped heart, tired legs, and an empty stomach.
Finally, after arriving at my dorm after my last meeting of the day, I still have work to do. Some reading is calling me, when all I want to do is talk to some friends and go to sleep. Yet, that is the wonder of Wabash. Even after such an interesting and strenuous day, I crave another. I enjoy pushing my limits. It is the only way to rise to the top. However, I can’t resist lying down any longer, so I bid you all adieu. Until next time my friends. In the meantime, enjoy every sandwich.