Reading Day

Oh what treachery this day reap upon my soul! Shitty, shitty day, through and through. The difference between yesterday and today is like light and dark, in terms of the quality of my mood, as well as the food I placed inside my esophogus. Yesterday was the last day of class and I was incredibly happy. That night, we had the celebratory End Of the Semester Dinner at the Spit, featuring.... Lobster Tail and Filet Mingon! Holy cow! And boy, was it delicious. So good, that they gave you a ticket on the way in which you could exchange for one lobster tail and one steak only. Fortunately, Vinny and I cheated the system: Vinny ended up eating three lobster tails and a steak, and I had two of each. By far the best meal ever at the Spit.

Today, I rise at about 11:30, happy that I don't have any finals till Monday, but angry that I have to write two essays before next Wednesday. At about one o clock, people are interested in food.

Lunch:
The Spit Revisited: I had a shrimp salad, except the shrimp was really crappy. Now THIS is what seafood usually tastes like here.

Oh, and I should add that we convinced Vinny earlier in the week that even though today was called "Reading Day" on the school calender, we still have to go to class. Classes today are more like review sessions. Yea. Yea, that's the truth, Vinny. We get a call from Vinny at lunch, and his plight is more than hilarious. "Bob," he says, "I went to my first class, sat in the room for 15 minutes, and no one was there. No one was in the entire bulding!" All of us were laughing. "So then I went to my second class, and no one was there. I was so scared!" Even funnier is that Vinny's boss, some maintenence guy in Mendel, tells Vinny only to work on days where he has class. Well, Vinny thought he had class, so he told his boss that he would work on Friday. He works on Friday, even after figuring out that we were lying to him the entire time. "Assholes!" he exclaims the moment he sees us in person again.

After the fun was over, I sat down and started one of my essays, the one due Monday. I couldn't focus for the life of me.

Dinner:
There was nothing good at the Spit tonight. Period. I went to the Salad Bar and got a nice little salad, but even that didn't have what I wanted. No Macoroni Salad? Bah! Worthless meal.

After dinner, I continued my essay with a plethora of distractions in between, including Domino's Cheesy Bread, which made me sick to my stomach. They called it Reading Day, but perhaps it should have been called Conceding Day: conceding to the truth that this next week is going to suck.

-Professor Nesto