Talking to Myself: A Weird Day
By: Patrick Torres
Ive got a long day ahead of me and I’d like it to go by as fast as possible. Would that be so much to ask? I don’t think it really is. Maybe I want to get home at the end of the day, sit down, have a beer, and relax. But that never really seems to work out. And even if I do get to do as I please the ride there is one hell of a bumpy one.
Wednesdays are my long days. I’m up at 6:30, in class by 8 and I’m fighting to stay awake while fumbling with test tubes. Biology lab is first on the agenda and what better to do when you are half asleep than play with chemicals and a spectrophotometer. On top of all that it never seems to fail that the one conducting the lab, a student teacher, doesn’t really inform much on how one should conduct the lab in the first place. That leaves myself and six other people in my group looking at each other mumbling “what do we do?” As I try to strain my brain the others seem to have grasped what we need to accomplish. So I merely hold on for the ride.
Biology is over and right about now my mind is on food because the genius in me doesn’t eat when I wake up but instead does so after driving half an hour to school and sitting through a whole hour and a half class. Anyways my stomach is grumbling and I’m walking to the library to get started on my procrastination. You know how doors these days seem to have these buttons that have handicap signs on them? They open the door for you. Apparently at my school these buttons are for the lazy students who wander around campus. Anyways, I proceed to open the first door into the library and I notice a girl walking probably 10 feet behind me. Being the nice person I am I wait for her to get to the door as I hold it. But in this case I should have just left it to close due to the fact that this girl hits the handicap button even though she sees me holding the door for her. I think to myself “are you serious?” And with a less than polite, sleepish tone she says “thanks.” At that point I dropped the door and proceeded to open the second just enough to slip myself through. Why should I be polite when this girl has super powers and can walk through doors without even touching them?
I recently found out that I talk to myself. From driving to parking, to walking to my first class I’m pretty sure I talked to myself at least five times. Example: As I drove to get some lunch I noticed that there were rain drops appearing on my windshield and repeated to yell “DON’T ****ING DO IT.” I have a three hour break in between classes. At this time I get work done but I also go out get lunch, and then I skate. On Tuesday night I was really excited to skate the next day (this could attest to my anger towards the rain.) So I’m getting my lunch and I keep looking out the window. It seems to be holding off for the moment but it’s only mocking me. And of course in the end it starts to rain harder as I get back in my car. What a fantastic day so far right?
Well now it’s time for probably my favorite class of the day. Advanced essay workshop is the name of the class but I just refer to it as the review class. Class starts at three and im usually at my job any other day at 2ish. The class being an hour and fifteen minutes it goes till 4:20. From there I rush to get back to my home town and get into work before five. This adds stress to my already stressful day. But whatever it’s okay. Work goes well like usual and I don’t get super annoyed at my coworkers who at points seem to have no brains.
The end of my day ended well and seemed to line up with my plans. I enjoyed a beer as I watched TV. Overall the end of my day went pretty well with a nice relaxing couple of hours before I go to bed and wait to do it all again the next day.
My luck didn’t seem to end as I slept Wednesday night but instead rolled over to Thursday morning. As I arrived at school I stayed in my car for about ten minutes and listened to music. I notice a woman, probably in her late thirties or early forty’s, start to walk past my truck. But instead of proceeding to walk past this women puts her coffee cup on my hood and riffles through her bag. “What the hell do you think you’re doing” falls out of my mouth as I stare blankly. But she seems to be leaving now and its whatever im not going to get upset. But it doesn’t stop there. This woman now picks up her cup walks two feet and puts it back down on my hood. This time I didn’t keep quite but instead turned my music up as loud as it could go. A frightened and very funny embarrassed face overtakes the women. She notices me staring at her as I sit in my car. It just seems that these things always happen to me. I laugh about it now but it was very ridiculous at the moment. Anyways the women proceeded to walk about all embarrassed I hope as I stayed in my car thinking how someone could not check if anyone is in a car they are using as a coaster.
Wednesdays are my long days. I’m up at 6:30, in class by 8 and I’m fighting to stay awake while fumbling with test tubes. Biology lab is first on the agenda and what better to do when you are half asleep than play with chemicals and a spectrophotometer. On top of all that it never seems to fail that the one conducting the lab, a student teacher, doesn’t really inform much on how one should conduct the lab in the first place. That leaves myself and six other people in my group looking at each other mumbling “what do we do?” As I try to strain my brain the others seem to have grasped what we need to accomplish. So I merely hold on for the ride.
Biology is over and right about now my mind is on food because the genius in me doesn’t eat when I wake up but instead does so after driving half an hour to school and sitting through a whole hour and a half class. Anyways my stomach is grumbling and I’m walking to the library to get started on my procrastination. You know how doors these days seem to have these buttons that have handicap signs on them? They open the door for you. Apparently at my school these buttons are for the lazy students who wander around campus. Anyways, I proceed to open the first door into the library and I notice a girl walking probably 10 feet behind me. Being the nice person I am I wait for her to get to the door as I hold it. But in this case I should have just left it to close due to the fact that this girl hits the handicap button even though she sees me holding the door for her. I think to myself “are you serious?” And with a less than polite, sleepish tone she says “thanks.” At that point I dropped the door and proceeded to open the second just enough to slip myself through. Why should I be polite when this girl has super powers and can walk through doors without even touching them?
I recently found out that I talk to myself. From driving to parking, to walking to my first class I’m pretty sure I talked to myself at least five times. Example: As I drove to get some lunch I noticed that there were rain drops appearing on my windshield and repeated to yell “DON’T ****ING DO IT.” I have a three hour break in between classes. At this time I get work done but I also go out get lunch, and then I skate. On Tuesday night I was really excited to skate the next day (this could attest to my anger towards the rain.) So I’m getting my lunch and I keep looking out the window. It seems to be holding off for the moment but it’s only mocking me. And of course in the end it starts to rain harder as I get back in my car. What a fantastic day so far right?
Well now it’s time for probably my favorite class of the day. Advanced essay workshop is the name of the class but I just refer to it as the review class. Class starts at three and im usually at my job any other day at 2ish. The class being an hour and fifteen minutes it goes till 4:20. From there I rush to get back to my home town and get into work before five. This adds stress to my already stressful day. But whatever it’s okay. Work goes well like usual and I don’t get super annoyed at my coworkers who at points seem to have no brains.
The end of my day ended well and seemed to line up with my plans. I enjoyed a beer as I watched TV. Overall the end of my day went pretty well with a nice relaxing couple of hours before I go to bed and wait to do it all again the next day.
My luck didn’t seem to end as I slept Wednesday night but instead rolled over to Thursday morning. As I arrived at school I stayed in my car for about ten minutes and listened to music. I notice a woman, probably in her late thirties or early forty’s, start to walk past my truck. But instead of proceeding to walk past this women puts her coffee cup on my hood and riffles through her bag. “What the hell do you think you’re doing” falls out of my mouth as I stare blankly. But she seems to be leaving now and its whatever im not going to get upset. But it doesn’t stop there. This woman now picks up her cup walks two feet and puts it back down on my hood. This time I didn’t keep quite but instead turned my music up as loud as it could go. A frightened and very funny embarrassed face overtakes the women. She notices me staring at her as I sit in my car. It just seems that these things always happen to me. I laugh about it now but it was very ridiculous at the moment. Anyways the women proceeded to walk about all embarrassed I hope as I stayed in my car thinking how someone could not check if anyone is in a car they are using as a coaster.