A day in the life.
At exactly six a.m, Maxine Hunkel wakes up the blaring alarm of 'You Can't Stop The Beat' from Hairspray. She lies in bed for a second, contemplating hitting the snooze button and going back to sleep. It's just Western Civilizations. She won't be missing too much...
No. She slaps herself in the face and reluctantly rolls out of bed, slowly making her way to the shower.
Why did she pick an eight a.m class anyway?
***
She's not even paying attention to what her calculus professor is droning on about, doodling in the margin of her notebook. She's been in class for already four hours, and already, she feels the urge to fall back asleep. The extremely ancient professor's drone would certainly be something to fall asleep too...maybe she could consider taping the lecture to use as a trigger for falling asleep on those night when she knows that she has to get up at the crack of dawn the next day...
Sighing, Maxine doodles little stars and hearts on the paper, thinking that lunchtime, and the classes that she finds interesting can't come fast enough.
***
"We're supposed to be modernizing Macbeth, right?" she's saying to one her fellow theater majors, "I really don't think that Lady Macbeth's outfit should be that...conservative. I'm not saying put her in some domimatrix outfit and give her a riding crop just...I don't know, maybe cut a slit in the side of her dress so she's showing a little more leg or something?"
The other girl is giving her raised eyebrows, as if Maxine just told her to go swim in a tank full of piranhas.
Her face flushes. Maybe she should have tried out after all, instead of volunteering to go on costume duty.
"You know...like Angelina Jolie in Mr. and Mrs. Smith...but not like the one when she on that one job to kill that guy...that outfit's a bit too much...like something I don't know...femme fatle-ish or like just a long black, scoop-neck dress with a slit up the thigh on one side..." the light-bulb clicks off in Maxine's brain. "THAT'S IT!"
Ignoring the eyerolls of her partner, Maxine skips (yes, skips) over to where the costumes from previous shows are stored to see if she can find a match.
***
Sometimes, Maxine ventures outside of the safety of Harvard University to go on a patrol. Cambridge, luckily for her, isn't really all a bad area, crime wise. It's definitely no Gotham City, that's for sure.
Although, on nights like this, when the air is cool but not cold and there's a nice gentle breeze in the air, she likes to go for just a little flight around the area. She closes her eyes, just drifting in the air, taking in the sounds of the city, just letting all the stress of the day go out the window...
***
A few hours later, and Maxine's back in her dorm room, typing away at her laptop, working furiously on a paper due for her class on Western Literature. Analyze and compare the themes in Oscar Wilde's Dorian Grey. The smell of ramen noodles fills the air, and Maxine sips away at a french vanilla coffee from the cafe in the student union, hopefully with enough caffeine and sugar to get her through what looks like to be yet another long night.
***
It's exactly eleven-thirty when Maxine crawls into bed, yawning. She looks over at her cellphone, debating calling Courtney to see what she's up to...there's a possibility that she's probably still up.... But she can feel her eyelids growing droopy. And she has to get up early again tomorrow for yet another a.m class. Snuggling under her covers, Maxine closes her eyes, letting sleep claim her.
No. She slaps herself in the face and reluctantly rolls out of bed, slowly making her way to the shower.
Why did she pick an eight a.m class anyway?
***
She's not even paying attention to what her calculus professor is droning on about, doodling in the margin of her notebook. She's been in class for already four hours, and already, she feels the urge to fall back asleep. The extremely ancient professor's drone would certainly be something to fall asleep too...maybe she could consider taping the lecture to use as a trigger for falling asleep on those night when she knows that she has to get up at the crack of dawn the next day...
Sighing, Maxine doodles little stars and hearts on the paper, thinking that lunchtime, and the classes that she finds interesting can't come fast enough.
***
"We're supposed to be modernizing Macbeth, right?" she's saying to one her fellow theater majors, "I really don't think that Lady Macbeth's outfit should be that...conservative. I'm not saying put her in some domimatrix outfit and give her a riding crop just...I don't know, maybe cut a slit in the side of her dress so she's showing a little more leg or something?"
The other girl is giving her raised eyebrows, as if Maxine just told her to go swim in a tank full of piranhas.
Her face flushes. Maybe she should have tried out after all, instead of volunteering to go on costume duty.
"You know...like Angelina Jolie in Mr. and Mrs. Smith...but not like the one when she on that one job to kill that guy...that outfit's a bit too much...like something I don't know...femme fatle-ish or like just a long black, scoop-neck dress with a slit up the thigh on one side..." the light-bulb clicks off in Maxine's brain. "THAT'S IT!"
Ignoring the eyerolls of her partner, Maxine skips (yes, skips) over to where the costumes from previous shows are stored to see if she can find a match.
***
Sometimes, Maxine ventures outside of the safety of Harvard University to go on a patrol. Cambridge, luckily for her, isn't really all a bad area, crime wise. It's definitely no Gotham City, that's for sure.
Although, on nights like this, when the air is cool but not cold and there's a nice gentle breeze in the air, she likes to go for just a little flight around the area. She closes her eyes, just drifting in the air, taking in the sounds of the city, just letting all the stress of the day go out the window...
***
A few hours later, and Maxine's back in her dorm room, typing away at her laptop, working furiously on a paper due for her class on Western Literature. Analyze and compare the themes in Oscar Wilde's Dorian Grey. The smell of ramen noodles fills the air, and Maxine sips away at a french vanilla coffee from the cafe in the student union, hopefully with enough caffeine and sugar to get her through what looks like to be yet another long night.
***
It's exactly eleven-thirty when Maxine crawls into bed, yawning. She looks over at her cellphone, debating calling Courtney to see what she's up to...there's a possibility that she's probably still up.... But she can feel her eyelids growing droopy. And she has to get up early again tomorrow for yet another a.m class. Snuggling under her covers, Maxine closes her eyes, letting sleep claim her.