Mariah is just beginning to do work for the next day. (Also known as, "today.")
Mariah smells like white grapefruit and mint extract, because she just showered.
Mariah just crawled into bed.
Mariah is not awake.
Mariah is still not awake. Note: Not to be confused with 6:00 AM because she is also not at breakfast, where she is supposed to be.
Mariah just hit the snooze button for the third time in a row.
Just.
Five more
minutes.
...Please.
Mariah is frantically throwing on clothes.
Mariah runs into her 10:30 class.
Mariah is eating food in the Stiles Dining Hall. Especially if said food is monochromatic, most often yellow. Read:
Mariah is sitting at a recently vacated dining hall table, taking too long to finish her food, because she is the slowest eater of all her friends.
Mariah just barely makes it in time for her afternoon class.
Mariah is starting to feel a powerful onslaught of food coma in the middle of class.
Mariah returns to her room and sits slouching on the couch with jacket, gloves, and backpack still on, mindlessly scrolling through her Facebook feed on her phone.
Mariah is still mindlessly scrolling through her Facebook feed, except now she has pulled out the big guns and moved to her laptop instead.
Mariah's newsfeed includes:
Mariah enters the dining hall once more, this time perched on the back of her noble steed, Boyfriend, who is a full head taller than her. They ready themselves for battle (with food).
Mariah has sat eating dinner with three completely different sets of people because they keep finishing their food and leaving, only to be replaced with another friend or acquaintence.
Mariah tries to do her work, but ends up doing a Google search for "cute owls"
instead.
Mariah's "cute owls"
search has led her to a two-hour-long cat video tangent on Youtube.
Mariah remembers there is something URGENT to do!!
Mariah is distracted by a cat pretending to be a dog.
Mariah realizes that she's a procrastinating excuse of a student, and that she is no longer qualified to write 'I believe I would be a strong addition to because I am hard-working and responsible' in her cover letter without being a liar. She puts on her big girl pants and vows never to be so irresponsible again.
...she has become the Human Timepiece, doomed to repeat her mistakes at every stroke of midnight! Oh, who in the name of productivity will save her against the mighty grip of the Procrastatron1? Dun dun dun!
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Dynamic Academic Dean!
SuperScholar!
The Masked Maturity Which Comes with Age!
The Wrath of the GPA!
WILL SHE EVER BE FREE?
YES
NO
In life, there are no clearcut answers, so it is both yes and no.
1Copyright Ethan France, 2014.