20 Wednesday
Manage to wake up at 8 a.m. to flounder helplessly over a game theory problem set. Stayed conscious for three classes; I deserve to nap for three hours. Woke up to my roommates screaming, ‘HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? YOU ARE AN AMERICAN.’ ‘REALLY? REALLY? ZIMBABWE. ZIMBABWE.’ I don’t ask. Midnight snack at frat house (Interpret as you wish).
21 Thursday
Post-class falafel, fuel to lead a tour group through the cold and rain. Let something about whiskey slip, and hope the dads don’t notice. Pregame a pregame with econometrics. Baseball and drunk Jenga at Evanston Place. I drag myself back north, asking, ‘When is the game again?’
‘ 22 Friday If a hungover girl naps in discussion section and no one noticed, was she ever really there? One final rendezvous with my boyfriend before the sexless weekend that is my brother visiting from home. Pick up older brother at the airport, a brief Evanston tour and Lou Malnati’s. Take him to an apartment/house party. So weird seeing him get drunk.
23 Saturday
Take the brother to Belmont and get some military surplus items. Coronas and college basketball, what up Illinois? I usually Keg as a last resort, but it’s for Haiti. Drunkenly congratulate a bunch of basketball players. I commend their jump shots’hellip; and their height? Discover that Chicken Bar a) exists b) is open until 3 a.m.
24 Sunday
Wake up early for an Northwestern Sketch Television film set in my apartment. Watch an actor make out with a basketball. Eat wings. Use their presence as an excuse to not write my German paper. Thus, end up in the library until 3 a.m.’ 25 Monday Crowe Cafe dog, I love you so much, why will you not give me the time of day? I know you are a dog and not a rug, why must you act like one? Classes, nap, eat, finally call home and begin The Week From Hell. So unfair that my friends are just starting school and I’m midterming. No Keg for this face.
26 Tuesday I coughed on Sheridan Road today and tea came out of my nose. How do you come back from that? You can’t. Performed a poem in class. I felt a little pang of regret for choosing a science-related major and not an art-related major. I miss being creative. ‘
