The following events take place between 6:30 AM and 4:30 PM on Thursday, February 19th 2009:
The scene opens: the setting is mine and Cameron's room. Clothes, books and paper litter the floor. The blinds are closed and the light is off, causing the pale pre-dawn light to filter through the vertical slats and highlight various features of our room; Cameron's dresser, two drawers standing open, frozen in mid-vomit, clothes spilling onto the floor. My computer; standing open and in sleep mode, resting after a night of singing a playlist entitled "Sleepytime." Cameron's longboard; propped against the wall by our door, deck stained with shoe gunk from weeks of riding. My alarm goes off and I roll out of bed, stumbling on a discarded pair of pants and taking out the stack of books on my desk in mid-fall. I think we need to tidy up a bit.
Cut to Public Speaking class: I stand up in front of a room of 28 college students - people that back in August I would have been scared to death of talking in front of - and calmly deliver a rather uninspired speech on the dangers of multitasking. I work in a bit where I display the optical illusion of a goblet that can also be two faces looking at each other and comment, "they're having a staring contest of Biblical proportions." I think I received bonus points for being 'attention grabbing.'
In Chapel now: While waiting for the campus-sponsored event to start, I'm using an inflatable beach ball (a prop from my speech) as a volleyball. I spike it at my friend sitting three rows below me but miss and peg a rather nice-looking girl in the back of the head. Acting quickly, I sit down and enter conversation with two friends sitting behind me. I think she's still dusting for fingerprints.
At Cross Country conditioning: In the middle of our two-mile cooldown run, I find myself catching our lead runner, who is taking his time due to a prior leg cramp during the lifting segment of conditioning. As I approach him from behind, I overhear him humming the theme from Braveheart.* Knowing what it's like to be caught talking or singing to ones self, I start to back down on my pace to put distance between us. Yet as I do so, he glances over his shoulder and then looks forward again. "Just imagine you're running in a kilt," he says, not breaking stride. I think running in a kilt would be hard to pull off in a Colorado winter, but it's a freeing thought.
-Daniel K
*Which, honestly, I wouldn't have recognized if we hadn't watched a clip from Braveheart in Philosophy Class the other day...
1 comment:
Your silly. :D But good, and who did you hit in the back of the head? I don't remember. And you are going to make an amazing author. You could be like the person we learned about in philosophy where his family published his journals after he died and lots of ppl read the, even today because they were just that good. And just as you are good at writing, I am good at procrastinating. But reading your blogs is much much more interesting than World Civ 2 and writing lots of fluff about them.
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