Warning: This column is a much-needed vent session - and it is not about chest hair, as I previously promised. At least, though, it might be a vent to which you can relate. Here we go. UUUGH - no, I am not still under Tom Deluca's hypnosis - ugh. Ugh. Ugh. The worst feeling in the entire world is missing out. At this school, as busy as a beehive, this feeling consistently buzzes about in the forefront of our minds. Currently, I am in sweatpants and last night's costume top watching the football team play Miami. We are up by 17, and it is already the fourth quarter. When I switch channels, I see modern day hippies - WE JUST INTERCEPTED AGAIN, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! - at the Rally to Restore Sanity hosted by my favorite pseudo-newscaster. WE JUST SCORED AGAIN. WHY AM I NOT AT THIS GAME? And now I see such clever signs, like "Think Outside of the Fox" as a bird's-eye-view shot of the rally crowd sweeps the screen. WHY AM I NOT AT THIS RALLY? CLEVER SIGNS ARE MY THING!
Pangs of anxiety creep through my body, like how that first-year student creeped at the dance floor of that one frat I stayed at all night. That is another thing: How does one manage to stay at one place on Halloween weekend? Seriously? I am so disappointed in myself: The one night that anyone from a first-year to a sixth-year Law student can frat around is the night I manage to glue myself to a house like those dance-floor-makeouters glue themselves to each other. I digress.
Wait, I just nailed the exact problem: "I digress." There is such a ridiculous amount of activities going on at this college that focusing on one task is impossible. I almost enjoy weeks when I have four midterms because then there is absolutely no question as to whether I should stay in the library. Of course I will be living in Clark Library's stacks. But on rare days like today, when I have nothing on the schedule, I cannot commit to anything because then I am missing out on something else. It is such a vicious cycle. I did not want to go to the rally in D.C. because I would be missing a football game and Halloweekend at school. But I did not go to the football game because of how late Halloweekend had me out ...
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