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First of all, this is my all time favorite movie.

Second of all, this statement perfectly captures my attitude towards my college experience. I have read so many complaints of stress and being tired and having too much work and so on and so on and so on. Everyone needs to chill! Is there a lot of work? Yes. Do we get enough sleep? Nope! Should we let it ruin our attitude towards the day? No!!!

Life moves fast. You can’t spend all four years of college complaining about stress. Pretty soon you’ll be looking back on your college life and what are you going to remember most? Is your most memorable experience going to be that time you stressed out over that big test or is it going to be that night you went out and got back to your apartment at 7 AM with an hour left to study for your test at 8?

Life is short, live it up.

Joe Betesh | Monologue: Sonnet 43 (v2.0)

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I awake in a daze.  My alarm goes off and the morning sun shines into my eyes.  I am reluctant to move my tired body but I know I have to get up. 

I am in a complete fog as I journey to my bathroom where I splash my face with glacial, cold water—still in a slumber.  I brush my teeth and I wash my hands and stroll back to my bedroom.  I open my closet, get dressed, and tread downstairs.  It is not until I step foot into my kitchen that I am fully aware of my surroundings. 

I look up and there she is. 

The sole purpose of my awakening; the reason I am cognizant of the world. My espresso machine.

As I walk her way, I gaze at her glory.  She is the one.  I look up into my cabinets and choose the vessel for which her nectar shall rest.  Shall I go with a simple, clear mug, or the classy slate gray?  I go with the clear.  I drop a teaspoon of sugar at the bottom of the mug, to my taste.  I open the chest of capsules and the array of colors entices my senses.  Shall I choose the golden hazelnut, or the black roast? My palate craves the black, bold espresso capsule and I place it into its rightful place.  I then walk to the refrigerator where I retrieve the light cream and pour it into the apparatus.

I choose the “cappuccino” option and I let her work her magic.  Out comes a sweltering hot shot of espresso followed by a profusion of frothed and steamed cream, another shot of espresso then follows for the grand finale.

The aroma fills the air and my senses are satisfied.  I lift the warm remedy to my lips and my day becomes a reality.