First off, I’d like to welcome the new BlackBerry Girl to the ring. Hopefully she can put up with my sarcasm and keep all of you readers entertained.
Sundays at Fairfield University are a sad time as students all over campus slowly come to the realization that the glorious weekend is coming to an end. The summer-like dream comes crashing down and all that remain are crushing depression and unholy amounts of work. Everybody’s working for the weekend.
Sundays are a hellish whirlwind of procrastinated work that suddenly needs to be done. Unless you’re one of those uber-organized students who does all of your work steadily across the weekend, odds are you’re posting up in Club DiMenna for a couple of hours. Coming out of your coma Sunday morning and trying to shut your eyes against the blinding light of your window is a struggle known to many college students. Grasping the sheer unthinkable amount of homework ahead of you is almost enough to cause you to faint from the effort.
Sadly, Sunday is also cleaning day. I had never scrubbed a toilet until I lived in the suites and believe me, if you haven’t done it yet, it sucks. My nostrils are still singed from the smell of bleach in a confined space. Now I understand why the various cleaning people in the perspective dorms step out into the hallway to collect themselves when they bleach our bathrooms. To all those people who keep our campus clean, I would like to extend my great thanks.
The highlight of my Sundays is late Barone lunches with my friends, even though for some strange reason Barone never has enough food or lacks its usual eclectic choices. Greasy half-breakfast. half-lunch food is a weird combination and usually leaves you a little sicker than you woke up. Getting together and recounting tales of survival through the weekend are always something to look forward to. Even though the sagas always start the same way, they usually end in some absurd manner. BlackBerry Girl’s are usually not as entertaining as mine. Just throwing that out there.
Sunday nights are usually reserved for what’s lovingly referred to as “family night” where everyone gets together and cooks a huge home-cooked meal. Not setting the fire alarm off is usually a challenge in itself. Cooking a huge bowl of pasta is such a welcome change. Not quite like Mamma’s, but it’ll do.
Remember, always keep your cooking area WELL ventilated to prevent everyone in your building from hating you for having them all stand outside at 10 p.m. in the cold rain while DPS and the Fairfield Fire Department clear the building.
In my opinion, the most depressing time ever is Sunday night. Knowing that the freedom and fun of the weekend have drawn to a close and that another week of classes is ahead of you is an obstacle all college students must face. If this is the hardest thing we have to experience in our lives, then we’re pretty lucky and I’ll take this any day.
-Sent from my iPhone
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