04th Nov 2002
Case of the Mondays
It’s 8am and I am still in bed, but unfortunately not asleep. I’ve just woken up to the harsh, blaring sound of my roommate’s alarm. It resonates in my head as I roll over and bury into the covers, trying to hide from the pain. Ahh… finally, silence. My body relaxes and I start to drift off back asleep. My roommate, who is now getting ready for her classes, quickly interrupts this peacefulness. I roll around trying to find that comfortable spot again as she runs water, turns on the microwave, rustles papers, and zips her book bag. Each noise seems so loud… I just want to go back to sleep. The only comfort I find is in the sweet smell of the pop tart she just took out of the microwave. I have no concept of time, but eventually I hear the door close and drift off.
I’m awake again and this time I really have to get up. It’s 10am and I have to get ready for my first class at 10:50. My eyes struggle to open as I search for the button to turn off my much less harsh sounding alarm. I am horribly nearsighted so everything is a blur. I recognize a blue blob on my nightstand as my alarm and mash any buttons I feel to stop the beeping. I then feel around my nightstand for my glasses, almost knocking over a half-empty coke can. Finally I find my glasses and put them on. The blurry shapes and colors suddenly form clearly into the contents of my dorm room.
I get out of bed and the cold quickly overtakes over my body. How I’d love to just get back under those covers again. But alas, it’s time for school. After I put in my contacts, I get dressed, get my books together, and head to the elevator. As I’m waiting my body feels tired. I lean against the hard wall and sigh. I think to myself that the hall smells funny. Almost like an air freshener in a bathroom… but not as repugnant. My short attention span quickly moves to a new thought. Rides in the elevator are always awkward because nobody seems to want to talk even if you know the person. I hear a ding and the door to the elevator opens.
Fortunately I have it to myself for this trip down. No awkward silence for me, just the dinging as the elevator hits each floor. I’m lucky - it doesn’t stop on every floor like it usually does. It seems to always do that when you’re in a hurry. With a jolt the elevator reaches the bottom. I close my eyes trying to regain a feeling of stability in my body. The door opens and I begin my journey to class.
As soon as I walk outside, the bitter cold of the morning shoots through my body. Not only is it freezing cold, but it’s also miserable and rainy. The frowning faces of students hurrying to class around me reflect the mood of this dreary day. As the icy cold raindrops hit my face I begin to slip into the same gloomy frame of mind in which each of the damp people passing by me seem to be. I’m reminded of the movie, Office Space, where the main character is told by at least 5 people that he seems to have a “case of the Mondays.” What an annoying thing to say to somebody…
I walk as quickly as I can, trying to make the trip shorter. My body doesn’t really warm up with each step like I’d hope it to. The unforgiving cold seems to be in my bones now. I pull my hood tighter as the cold air begins to numb my cheeks, which muffles an ambulance siren and other bustling car sounds that can be heard in the distance. As I get closer and closer to my destination, the cold doesn’t seem so bad anymore. By now I’m pretty numb, but my face is damp and cold. Finally I reach the building that my class is in. I go inside and the warmth feels amazing. As I take my hood off, my body begins to defrost and I feel tingly and nice. Ahh… this is much better than being outside.
I relax and walk to my classroom in a state of contentment. My tired body is ready to sit down and take in the warmth. However, as I reach the room I’m suddenly reminded that my first class is a dance class. All hopes of relaxation are gone. I groan as I think about the fact that I have 2 more classes after this one. I shudder at the thought of having to go back out into that nasty weather at least 3 more times. Now I know what they mean by having a “case of the Mondays.”
This was an assignment for my english class.. I had to write a descriptive essay, paying attention to all the senses.. auditory, olfactory, tactile, and visual. I thought it was kinda fun to write so I put it in here. The end is semi-lame but whatever.. =D
