This day...

How can a day go from one extreme to another; from everything running smoothly—an all in all good day, to absolute mental chaos? It goes a little something like this:

Everything was fine this morning. I went to Shakespeare and stayed awake during the lecture (I deserve a cookie for that y’all). Then, I managed to find some minuscule question I could ask the professor after class….you know, so he could, maybe, learn my name. Maybe, see that I was trying and that I wasn’t just taking up space in his class. It went well, and I felt like a made the impression I wanted to make. Afterwards, I went back to my dorm room and chilled with one of my good friends. We watched the Price is Right and laughed at the stupid contestants. The ones who don’t know that the price of the car always ends in 0, 5, or 9 (WHY ARE YOU GONNA PICK 7!!??). Afterwards, I took a brief nap right before Playwrighting feeling good. Just feeling good.

I started walking towards playwrighting, and I was almost there except OH SNAP!! I left Hedda Gabler in the room. I rushed back to the room, grabbed the play and started back to 222. I ran into my RA, and, since we were going in similar directions, we walked together. I saw people I hadn’t seen in awhile and I waved. Saw my ex and I walked a little closer to the RA, just to mess with his mind. I felt cute and I was walking with a nice young man in a military uniform. Ha-ha! Eat your heart out skinny boy! I was almost at PBK, but then everything went down hill.

“Meagan, Meagan!”

“Hey girl, what’s up?”

“I’m freaking out right now. I mean, I don’t know what we’re suppose to know for this Russian history quiz! All these cities and rivers and all these different countries around Russia and--”

“Shit! I forgot all about it!”

My heartbeat surged. How could I forget about something as important as a quiz! I rush back to the room to grab the map I was suppose to have mastered. I didn't find it right off the bat, and that worried me more. Once I found it, a debate ensued on what to do. Should I skip playwrighting and focus on learning this material. Could I, maybe, take the map with me to class and try to absorb as much material as I could? Maybe I could take a laissez-faire approach and just say fuck it! Shit, that’s not me! I was stressing out, but I decided to go with option B. I went to class, and tried to study as much as I could.

But I retained nothing. I hated that I didn’t put my all into the class. I couldn’t—my mind was racing a million miles a minute. I apologize for not being totally committed to today’s class; for thinking about someone else during our slow fuck. Emotional infidelity. Forgive me. Hopefully, it won’t happen again.

After call, I made my way to Russian History and, as usual, I was late. It takes a minute to get from PBK to Blaire (my homeland). I make my way up the endless flight of steps and walk into the room to face my doom.

The first thing the professor says: “I’ve decided to cancel the map quiz! I’m moving it back to Tuesday!” I pointed my finger to the sky, and gave Him silent praises.

Surely, there is a God.

And that’s all I have to say about that.