WORLD - CULTURE
Copyright © 2010 Dan Maxwell
Don't Disrupt My Routine
Maintaing routine in the digital age.
So, Iâ€™m a college student. Iâ€™m sorry; Iâ€™m a college commuter student. I have been for years. When I was eighteen I got into only one school (out of 9 expensive and time consuming applications) and I have played the hand I was dealt ever since. I have survived through good times and horrible times on routine. I am in my fourth year here at Montclair State University (hereinafter referred to as MSU) and I hate it. I continue on for one simple reason: I have a mild understanding that when the time comes, I will get a better job with a college degree (no matter what its in) than I would without one. Now, I donâ€™t know if thatâ€™s true but I have gritted my teeth and lost a lot of blood, sweat and tears over this ideal and my wheel has kept spinning throughout. So I'm just going to run with it. In my time at MSU I have gone through the rise and fall of a long-term serious relationship, the death of a parent, and the death of a grandparent. And, the only constant throughout is my routine at MSU. The only connection I have to a better time in my life - my only constant - is this school, and I absolutely hate it. Now I donâ€™t really know where Iâ€™m going with this, but I know that a vivid example of what it is about this place that just absolutely disgusts me is a disruption of my routine. More specifically, today I walked into a classroom that Iâ€™ve been walking into for only about 3 weeks, but in those three weeks â€“ those six class meetings â€“ I have sat in the same desk beside my friend Pauline every time. I have gotten there about ten minutes before class, saddled up, glazed over so as to make sure I donâ€™t get noticed by the professor (which is a science/essay topic on its own), and I have downright enjoyed my desk in the back row next to the window with Pauline. But, today in an effort to be studious and in so many words "care" about my education, I took a few minutes before class to print out some work I had done to hand in. So today I got to this class with only about three minuets to spare (instead of the previously mentioned ten), and what do I find? Some jackass has swiped my oasis by the windowâ€¦ furthermore; itâ€™s an jackass I know! He knows I sit there, weâ€™re friends on Facebook for Christâ€™s sake! Weâ€™ve had classes and conversations together on loads of occasions. And now, not only has he disrespected me in the sense that he ignored the territory that I had proverbially marked by occupying for three weeks, but he has disrespected my routine, my whole reason for getting up and driving to this torturous Mecca of misery everyday, and therefore disrespected my connection to a better time in my life. And for this I cannot forgive him. Do you see what I get for attempting to care about my education? I ended up sitting in the back corner between a fat girl eating soup and a pimpley faced kid with bleached blond hair. If i didn't know any better, I'd have though he stepped right out of a Wes Borland look alike contest; but I'm assuming (or hoping rather) that such an absurd popularity contest doesn't exsist. His thoughtless, heartless actions have taken my distaste for this place to a new high. I should say something, but I think I might go beyond verbal confrontation. I might exercise the ultimate modern day â€œslap in the faceâ€ (besides of course an actual slap in the face)â€¦ Iâ€™m going to take on his social status and hit him where it matters most in 2008 â€“ Iâ€™m going to delete him on Facebook.
Copyright © 2010 Dan Maxwell
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