It's Not the Writer's Strike

Sometimes things happen that you just have to write down after they are over. When things don't go as you planned, they make a pretty good story much of the time.

To keep some sort of sane overall college schedule,I need to get in to this class I really need. I decided to spend the wee hours of the morning in the Journalism office to get on the "Wish List" for said class. I am always the earlybird and thought I could get there early enough to get high enough on the list to get a good chance of getting a seat.

It was to be a good cold walk to Haley Center, so I called the Night Security Transit to get a ride. I have never been on the "Drunk Bus," but I've heard that it can get pretty interesting.

It lived up to its expectations.

I got on and explained where I was going and why, then realized I was the only sober person on that van. Besides the driver.

A few minutes into the drive, I recognized a guy on there who I graduated with from high school. "Duuuude I didn't recognize you man, you've lost a ton of weight, whats uuuup?" It was good to catch up, but I don't think he'll remember me in the morning.

I was finally dropped off in front of Haley Center nice and warm a little before 2:00 am. A short trip up the stairs leads me to notice that every single door is locked. It's cool, there has to be a card-swipe somewhere so that students can get in, right? Score, there's one on the other side. Swipe. Green light. Plus a red light. Access denied.

Something just had to go wrong. I really didn't know what to do, but I had to decide fast because I was getting cold. And staring down at a final exam for two hours is sure to induce many-a runny nose, especially fall semester.

I thought about going to the library and coming back in a few hours, but it didn't seem worth it. What if it were still closed then? What if there were lots of people gathered? What would I study in the library? How did I think of all this in less than one minute?

I decided to walk back to my apartment on the chilly Auburn night. There was a breeze that made the lightposts cry. I did a lot of thinking on the way back and realized that my life is great as of now, and that I should focus on what is at hand. Pace yourself, young grasshopper.

The whole night was a sham. The sugar and caffeine I consumed during the hours leading up to the affair is kicking in right now, when I need it least.

I have never really stayed up all night (besides a couple bus rides from hell), and it's funny, because at this point, I feel more awake right now than I have been all night.