Boy 1: "Dude, I worked out for so long today." Boy 2: "No, no, bro, I like slept, all day; I just got out of bed." Boy 1: "Dude, no, I can't do that I have about two million midterms from now till the end of the semester."
Despite the displays of refined verbosity and predominance of sentences starting with the words "Dude" and "Bro" that I was witness to on the way back from class today, I began to think of the change that is taking over our fair campus.
Now that Family Weekend, Homecoming and Fall Break are all over in a ridiculously confusing order, things are starting to settle. The season is changing and people are coming down from their hyperactive sexual activities to see the light: midterms are on the horizon and they are not going away any time soon.
Oh yeah, and advanced registration is already upon us. The sun is shining a little brighter these days in the morning now that there is Daylight Savings Time. or is it the harsh light of reality? That being said, it isn't all sad times and poop pops.
With the arrival of midterms and review sessions, late night trips to McDonalds and Bucks County Coffee (although not past 1 a.m., the bastards), comes the hope that the more you go see your TAs about those problems you just can't figure out, the more likely they are to have sex with you and if you can really stick it out, Thanksgiving, turkey, pie, tryptophan and incontinent old uncles await you in but a couple weeks.
But really, people, just think, soon these dark days will be over and spring will be upon us again. It's a happy thought unless you are me and are graduating soon and have to be walking down that last aisle. But, being one to follow my own advice, I am going to sit back, pretend I am listening to my TA when really I'm wondering how he got that fine ass into dem jeans and daydream of my soon-to-be-overstuffed stomach and turkey coma. Let the good times roll.
