VOL. XIX, NO. 2
OCTOBER 7, 1977
Ever Suffer Through One of Those Days?
BY LINDA SCHMALBECK
School is in session once again, and with it comes the many joys of attending an institution of higher education. Unfortunately along with the many pleasures comes those terrible, awful, painful, really rotten days. You know it's going to be a horrible day when. . .
. . .your alarm screams at you at 7:30 instead of 6:30.
. . .you realize the only pair of clean blue jeans you possess now sport a large hole in a very obvious place.
. . .while squeezed in the bus like sardines in a can you remember you left your homework on top of the refrigerator.
. . .you rush to homeroom in time to have your beloved homeroom teacher slam the door in your face.
. . .you get the sash of your sexy new dress jammed in your locker and have to get a janitor to unjam it.
. . .you discover that good looking football player who has been making eyes at you has only three girlfriends.
School is in session once again, and with it comes the many joys of attending an institution of higher education. Unfortunately along with the many pleasures comes those terrible, awful, painful, really rotten days. You know it's going to be a horrible day when. . .
. . .your alarm screams at you at 7:30 instead of 6:30.
. . .you realize the only pair of clean blue jeans you possess now sport a large hole in a very obvious place.
. . .while squeezed in the bus like sardines in a can you remember you left your homework on top of the refrigerator.
. . .you rush to homeroom in time to have your beloved homeroom teacher slam the door in your face.
. . .you get the sash of your sexy new dress jammed in your locker and have to get a janitor to unjam it.
. . .you discover that good looking football player who has been making eyes at you has only three girlfriends.
. . .your ever faithful, old wreck of a car stalls on you as you turn onto Oakton from Wolf in the middle of the 7:30 rush.
. . .during I.D. checks you find that all you have in your wallet is last year's I.D. and the joke from the bubble gum wrapper.
. . .you drop your books at the intersection of B‑wing and the rotunda.
. . .your "good friend" spills his chocolate shake all over your term paper in PAR.
. . .the photography class decides to use your P.E. class as models for their projects (and you know how gorgeous those gym suits are).
. . .you fall asleep during history and no one wakes you when the bell rings.
. . .the guy who wanted to go out with you yesterday, now can't stand the sight of you, and you don't know why.
. . .you go to salt your piping hot fries during lunch and learn some fool unscrewed the top of the salt shaker.
. . .during I.D. checks you find that all you have in your wallet is last year's I.D. and the joke from the bubble gum wrapper.
. . .you drop your books at the intersection of B‑wing and the rotunda.
. . .your "good friend" spills his chocolate shake all over your term paper in PAR.
. . .the photography class decides to use your P.E. class as models for their projects (and you know how gorgeous those gym suits are).
. . .you fall asleep during history and no one wakes you when the bell rings.
. . .the guy who wanted to go out with you yesterday, now can't stand the sight of you, and you don't know why.
. . .you go to salt your piping hot fries during lunch and learn some fool unscrewed the top of the salt shaker.
