The irritating buzzing of your cell phone wakes you up at 6:30am, and you briefly become conscious enough to wonder why you were so optimistic when you set your alarm last night right. Then you reset it to 7:00am and go back to sleep. When next it buzzes, you leap out of bed and grab some clothes from the stack you have yet to put away. With no time to pack lunch, you throw your books in your bag, skip breakfast, and scramble out the door, figuring you can just buy lunch at school.
When lunchtime rolls around, you order some greasy, overpriced and oversized selection at the café. You have no cash, because you forgot to go to the bank, so you just put it on the debit card. Halfway through your hamburger, you realize that there may be a pop quiz in Biology today, so you whip out your notes and textbook and attempt to speed read an entire chapter in the thirty minutes before your class.

This is what studying looks like.
While waiting for the bus to come after all of your classes are finished, you boot up your laptop and hit YouTube with your friends. Even if you’ve already seen every one of the videos in How It Should Have Ended’s channel, you still laugh hysterically every time you see Gollum. On the bus, you stick your headphones in your ears and try not to make eye contact with any creepy people.
By the time you get home, the monster burger is no longer enough to keep you going, so you open the fridge up and stare at its contents for several minutes before moving on to the pantry. You go back and forth between the two until you finally decide on a bag of chips to accompany your study time, since it’s fast and easy.
You bring out your laptop again with the intent of writing an essay that is due tomorrow morning, but eventually your research brings you to Wikipedia. Then you spend three hours looking up theories about UVB-76 and the Voynich Manuscript on Google, until you remember you were actually writing a paper about the Great Barrier Reef. You crank it out in 1.5 hours so that you won’t miss your favorite show, after which you decide to watch three old episodes of Chuck recorded on your DVR.
At one o’clock in the morning, you brush your teeth and set your alarm for 6:30am with ambitions of exercising tomorrow. Or today. You don’t really care about the difference. (more…)