An average day
Today I woke up with the realization that my days had become repetitive. An average day now primarily consisted of school and work. I sat in my bed wondering where all the fun times had gone. Last summer alone I was traveling throughout Europe with all my closet friends. We didn’t have a care in a world other than figuring out how to get back after an excessive night of drinking. Just thinking about past memories I decided to change things up a bit, because well …. life is to short.
Normally I wake up at 6 am to make the long commute to school, it has taken some getting use to but almost mid way into the semester I can now wake up on time without cursing at my alarm clock. Since today was the day I was going to try new things I decided “ehh what the hell I’ll wake up at 7and be a little late to class. I figured I earned a small break. To my misfortune I woke up very late, but still to start the morning in a positive manner I didn’t let it bother me, I could always copy a classmates notes.
Once I arrived at Grand Central I figured “its not to cold outside”, maybe I should walk, after all I had already missed my first class. As I was walking down Lexington Avenue a homeless man began to follow me, trying to tell me about his love for bagels. ….. ok so maybe walking wasn’t the best idea. Still like my friend, Katie, says it’s at least a story you can tell, … a story huh? I just think she has really bad luck and maybe after years of friendship it’s starting to rub off on me. I finally make it class after a fast walk in order to lose the homeless loving bagel man.
Once I make it to campus I decide its best I study for my math test, I studied the night before but a little extra never hurt anyone. I look into my bag and I realize I forgot my notebook at home. Great. Normally I double check I have everything but since today was the day I would try new things I took my bag and went downstairs to enjoy a bowl of cereal as opposed to my usual on the go yogurt. The only redeeming aspect of this part of my day is that I’m very good at math, so no harm done I still A’s the test.
It’s not even noon and already things are going array. I’m now sitting in the library, laughing quietly to myself at how a small change in routine caused all this. This never happens to me, I’m always very organized … perhaps too organized; I seem to always have a plan even back up plans. Still like Katie says at least now I have a story to tell.
