A Day In My Life The university mornings are cold, quiet, empty. Inhabited by pigeons, grass, and wind. The students are wasted, The math teachers prepare for their lectures, and test days are like removing brain tumors. Oh, every loathsome Monday morning I have to wake up to a cacophany of loud buzzes and beeps. I turn my head and notice the large crimson numerals... Seven-fifteen. Do I get up or stay in bed? With a split-second decision I hit a college student's best morning friend: The snooze button. Nine beautiful but brief minutes later That awful ruckus awakens me again. I react in a flash of fury - and shut the cursed alarm off for good. I crawl out of my hole Groggy, wasted, beat. I trudge to the dank pit called a restroom And chill out in there for a few minutes God only knows what time it is when I emerge and plod on to the cafeteria. Same old boring cafeteria... I order an omelette sandwich and some bacon and chomp it down in a few short minutes. I notice the clock's swift hands Sometimes an enemy, sometimes a friend This time I knew I had to dart to my first class... Four hours of boredom and drudgery Take what little wind remains In my energy-deprived body The noon hour draws near and I plod back to my hole I grab a bite to eat And rest my weary body I feel so beat I need a vacation. Soon five o'clock passed me by, then eight. I suddenly realize how much time I wasted and crack on my studies. Suddenly, the midnight hour greets me I call it a night and am thankful that one more day of Hell has passed.