The Giant Bite - AKA Multiple Lives
As I noticed at McGill, here I have many different 'lives'. No this has nothing to do with Nightline, nor a secret identity which enables me to fight crime in my spare time (what spare time?). Its more a way of dealing with the division of time that makes everything seem longer, more drawn out, to cope with so much happening day-to-day.
Take this week. Today feels like Friday. It is Wednesday. 8 am on Wednesday to be exact. The reason things feel like Friday is because I have actually compartmentalized my time to the point where I perceive each compartment as a day. So take this week for example. Monday was, in fact, three days, and yesterday was as well, and the only reason this isn't a Saturday in my head is because (as I said) its 8am, and I have to go to school.
So Monday I had schoolwork, which I diligently chipped away at all morning, followed by class. After class I rushed home, had dinner, rushed out again to meet a pub crawl. Crawled from point A to point B to point C, where my companion and I met some rather random people who finally, to my surprise, seemed to be approximately the same age as we were. And they were odd, and intriguing, and so I went with it. Until my third day started when I went off to hockey, piling into a small car with gear and girls, and down to the rink until 2am. So I returned home, ate too much, slept it off, and awoke mentally to a Thursday.
Yesterday I had two and a half days, they blended together quite seamlessly. School, of course, followed by college, followed by back to the bar. One pint turned into another adventure, as my roommate and I traveled down the High Street in the rain to another college, our wiles gaining us entry (okay, I'll be honest, more our good timing than our wiles). So another pint and then, keeping the proverbial party going, to rooms and through gated enclosures for another drink. And we took ourselves home at a decent hour, not wishing to spoil the strange evening by overstaying the welcome we had been granted by our minds when we decided to stay.
So now I must down a second cup of strong coffee, my ratios getting better all the time, and rush off to day six. Today I have two days planned, so things might be a bit slower, but two days have a way of turning into three. The rain and clouds of last night have cleared, and a blue sky is slowly brightening outside my window as I slowly wake up, strains of David Gray and Death Cab welcoming the unwelcome morning.
Take this week. Today feels like Friday. It is Wednesday. 8 am on Wednesday to be exact. The reason things feel like Friday is because I have actually compartmentalized my time to the point where I perceive each compartment as a day. So take this week for example. Monday was, in fact, three days, and yesterday was as well, and the only reason this isn't a Saturday in my head is because (as I said) its 8am, and I have to go to school.
So Monday I had schoolwork, which I diligently chipped away at all morning, followed by class. After class I rushed home, had dinner, rushed out again to meet a pub crawl. Crawled from point A to point B to point C, where my companion and I met some rather random people who finally, to my surprise, seemed to be approximately the same age as we were. And they were odd, and intriguing, and so I went with it. Until my third day started when I went off to hockey, piling into a small car with gear and girls, and down to the rink until 2am. So I returned home, ate too much, slept it off, and awoke mentally to a Thursday.
Yesterday I had two and a half days, they blended together quite seamlessly. School, of course, followed by college, followed by back to the bar. One pint turned into another adventure, as my roommate and I traveled down the High Street in the rain to another college, our wiles gaining us entry (okay, I'll be honest, more our good timing than our wiles). So another pint and then, keeping the proverbial party going, to rooms and through gated enclosures for another drink. And we took ourselves home at a decent hour, not wishing to spoil the strange evening by overstaying the welcome we had been granted by our minds when we decided to stay.
So now I must down a second cup of strong coffee, my ratios getting better all the time, and rush off to day six. Today I have two days planned, so things might be a bit slower, but two days have a way of turning into three. The rain and clouds of last night have cleared, and a blue sky is slowly brightening outside my window as I slowly wake up, strains of David Gray and Death Cab welcoming the unwelcome morning.
posted by Care | 7:55 AM
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