Cell #205:

So here I am in my second hour of class and I'm starting to get a little fidgety. I realize that two hours in the same place isn't a bad thing, but it is all about where you are. For example, two hours in a gas chamber is slightly less pleasant than two hours in bed. Two hours of lectures in Stairs Hall #205 is slightly less enjoyable than 2 hours of Ska and punk rock at a concert. Granted, I these examples are no brainers. If I had the choice to, well, get school credit for sleep or spent 2 hours moshing and skanking for class in place of hearing two different people with a serious amount of knowledge crammed in their head try to explain the grit, grime, and mass details of certain subject.... I think I'd choose the first. I'm not saying that I don't like to learn, because I do. This room, however, is ill-equipped for comfort and the pain from your back and bum detract from the learning experience. Is it maybe a psychological peg to connect pain with learning?

Let's face it, as college students, we're lazy... not slackers.... just lazy. Yes, we're exiting the teenage years, but the laziness remains. The shift has gone from little expectations to higher expectations. We're still lazy, but we?re expected to take up certain responsibilities. Don't ask us to think logically when we're tired... you won't get much of a response... maybe not even get a head nod.

Now that we have returned from that rabbit trail, what I'm really trying to say is that I'm tired, it's midterms week, and I'm ready for evac.... beam me up Scotty!