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In the past I have been overwhelmed, but never in my opinion to this extent. The pressure is mounting for the debate tournament in Missouri this weekend, and a maelstrom of proverbial shit is about to hit the fan. It is not to say that I cannot hold my own, but to infer rather that I will find it difficult to allocate free time in the week or so. Today alone is but a taste of what is to come. Last night at midnight (I know technically this morning) I was awoke to the sound of a fire alarm. After approximately 1 hour of walking around campus, we Rodes Harlin residents were allowed to return to our humble abodes. Apparently in someone’s infinite wisdom, baking cookies at 12 am, or attempting to do so, resulted in a small kitchen fire. For those few who actually read this spiel, please, don’t try anything new in the culinary department when:
1. No one is awake to benefit from your tasty treat
And
2. You are to fucking retarded to cook fucking cookies that you take out of a fucking package!
Once back in my dorm, my wonderful roommate found it necessary to play table tennis online for at least an hour, much to my dismay, I received absolutely no sleep last night. While this is often an exaggeration when individuals state that they had no sleep, I assure you that I consciously watched the minutes tick away on the clock, as I tried in vain to enter REM. P.S. Counting sheep does not work.
At 6:25, (I sat up before my alarm) I took the elevator downstairs and made my way to diddle stadium, or whatever it is called. From there PT ruled me for the next hour, though I was pleasantly surprised that running stairs wasn’t entirely horrible. From there I realized I not only had a practice debate in class today, but I was informed that Ranger club would be rappelling from the 80 ft parking structure this afternoon, on top of an already exhausting day. I am truly blessed, but thankfully, I have only a week left of hell. Monday is the PT test, and that will follow the van ride back from Missouri….Sleeping pill addiction, here I come.
1. No one is awake to benefit from your tasty treat
And
2. You are to fucking retarded to cook fucking cookies that you take out of a fucking package!
Once back in my dorm, my wonderful roommate found it necessary to play table tennis online for at least an hour, much to my dismay, I received absolutely no sleep last night. While this is often an exaggeration when individuals state that they had no sleep, I assure you that I consciously watched the minutes tick away on the clock, as I tried in vain to enter REM. P.S. Counting sheep does not work.
At 6:25, (I sat up before my alarm) I took the elevator downstairs and made my way to diddle stadium, or whatever it is called. From there PT ruled me for the next hour, though I was pleasantly surprised that running stairs wasn’t entirely horrible. From there I realized I not only had a practice debate in class today, but I was informed that Ranger club would be rappelling from the 80 ft parking structure this afternoon, on top of an already exhausting day. I am truly blessed, but thankfully, I have only a week left of hell. Monday is the PT test, and that will follow the van ride back from Missouri….Sleeping pill addiction, here I come.