Monday Metamorphosis
November 14, 2005
This morning lived up to Monday’s reputation. I awoke, a little confused, to hear my roommate’s alarm going off. After the cobwebs cleared I read the clock, 8:40. I looked at our other clock, 8:40. Hmmm. You see, the brain of a 19 year old, or likely anyone, doesn’t work very well before about 10 am; so I was very proud of myself when I realized that “8:40” meant that my calculus class had started 40 minutes earlier. However, the pride was quickly engulfed by the knowledge that I had missed a college class for the first time, and was 20 minutes away from being late for the next.
I chuckled at the irony of the situation. Last night at dinner I had a conversation in which I bragged that I hadn’t skipped a class yet. I guess God has a way of dealing with our pride. I was certain that my alarm was set when I went to bed last night, and it wasn’t set this morning, so my subconscious must have had other plans.
Needless to say, while mildly humorous to look back on, my Monday started off differently than I would have liked. I went to biology at 9 to be laughed at by my friend who has watched me come to breakfast later and later over the past month, if at all. The rest of my classes went as normal and I talked to my calculus professor who was very understanding and filled me in on what I missed. I thought I had survived another insidious Monday… I was wrong.
As I went to put my stuff in my trunk to go babysitting this afternoon, I saw a set of bingo equipment. Oh yeah, I was supposed to return that today so that we wouldn’t have to pay extra on the rental. Oops. I went to babysit the boys from church and decided I couldn’t do anything about it right then. When I got back to the dorm at 4:40 I called the rental place. To my surprise the man on the other end of the line said they were open until 5:30. I drove across town to the rental store, not in a big hurry, ‘cause I had almost an hour. Unfortunately for me, the winter hours of the store were only until 5, exactly the time when I tried to open the locked door. Frustrated and worn out from my rollercoaster of a day I knocked on the door for a solid five minutes. A nice man came, took my bingo set back and locked to door. Now the mayhem was really over.
Despite my stressful day, I found time this evening to linger over dinner for a while, shoot some pool with a couple friends and I’m getting ready to play checkers.
