BY JENNIFER ADAMS

Hey, it's Friday! Don't you just love Friday? Friday has got to be longer than Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday combined. The day really starts to slow down after lunch.

As you sit in math class seventh period your teacher's ramblings about definitions and theorems seem to drive you to the brink of insanity. In hope, you glance back at the clock. Augh! It's only 1:30! Eventually, relief, in the form of the bell, comes, and you trudge to your next class.

English is no better. The teacher insists on talking about how great American authors are when you'd rather be doing something creative‑like sleeping. Worse, yet, your best friend Bruce refuses to pass notes, make rude comments, or do anything else to liven up the class. Just as you think you can take it no longer, it's time to go to your next class.

Ninth period on a Friday goes even slower than seventh and eighth do, especially if you have a study with no chance for early dismissal. In the LRC most of the people wander around not willing to read or do their homework. You spend the time pretending to be interested in a book about raising and mounting fishes.

Bit by bit the old LRC clocks inch their way toward the magic time of 3:27. Having exhausted your patience with the fish book, you slowly glance at the nearest timepiece as if you knew already what time it really is. Unfortunately, you were right. It's only 3 and you have 27 minutes to waste.

At last, 3:25 arrives. You hustle back to your seat and gather up your books. At 3:26 you begin to drift toward the exit as the librarian opens the doors. Buzz! The bell has rung! You, with a rush of excitement, dash out the LRC door, sprint to your locker, and tear out of the building, glad for a two‑day reprieve from Maine West.