Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Event

School tires me. I am there from:
8:00a.m. until 9:00p.m. Mondays,
5:00p.m. until 9:30p.m. Tuesdays, and
8:00a.m. until 7:00p.m. Wednesdays.
As this doesn't leave me with any short of social life, I make do by staying up until all hours of the night. (The latest I ever allow myself to go to bed is midnight, so until half hours of the night).
This schedule makes the next morning at school somewhat, oh, droopy-eyed and yawny.
I have a little break inbetween my morning classes, and on this particular morning, I stretched out on a complimentary couch in a Cramer hallway, and consequently fell alseep. Pretty much instantly.
I awoke to this scene one hour later:
Bleary eyed, I pushed myself away from the leather my face was pressed against into a sitting position. As I rose I felt my face separate, in a wet manner, from the furnitrue, and I felt an actual rivulet of moisture bead itself down my face and drip back into the puddle of drool where it had originally rested. I had drooled, quite the amount of drool onto this couch. It covered my face, and now my hands as I tried unsuccessfully to wipe it away. It covered the couch in a circle of wet. Even my eyelashes were dripping with the stuff. I looked around me, and wasn't alone. As I stumbled away from the scene of the accident and into a nearby bathroom, a fellow student was exiting as I was trying to enter. We were less than six inches from each other's faces, when she said, "Oh My Go...." and pushed past me. I lblundered into the restroom, and lurched towards the mirror.
I was a soppy wreck.