Mississippi State University - Reveille Yearbook (Starkville, MS)

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ook well to this day! For it is fe; the very life of life. i its brief course lie all the erities and realities of your ristence, he bliss of growth, the glory f action, the splendor of muty. — Unkm DiTUI ' E; ' . Student Life 13

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FEATURES i Typical Day In The Life If Stew Denf The alarm rings. Oblivious to any sound below 20 decibels, 1 roll over and sub- onsciously shut it off. An extra forty winks would be nice. 30 minutes later olt upright in bed — the clock reads 8:40. Knowing I have 20 minutes to do ly morning ritual, the icy grip of fear races through my body. I simultaneously ine the radio, grab a towel, and swing Tarzan style on the curtain rod into re shower. The strains of Super Freak filter down the hallway as I come ack to life with Coast (or is it Safeguard?). Too early to tell this morning. No time to eat breakfast. I grab a vitamin as I slip my left arm in a wrinkled ' olo. I hold my hairdryer with my left hand while I finish my homework with ly right, all the while nervously eyeing the clock. Time is not my friend. The stupid cat stares a hole through me as I squeeze the Colgate. Every morn- xg that dumb animal jumps on the commode, and as if it were Linda Blair Remember The Exorcist? ) it proceeds to psyche me out with a rousing game f Evil Eye. Racing back down the hall, I pop both contacts in my eyes, throw my edspread over the pile of dirty clothes on the bed, and grab my keys. As I start the car I notice that I am wearing a blue and a brown sock. I know I jill be the object of all Mr. Flick ' s jokes this morning. (He has this thing about crinkled shirts and mismatched socks!) Hilbun Hall seems decades away as I ' ' put the pedal to the metal and burn ubber. I navigate my Grand Prix through the fog, dodging a group of spaced- ut sorority girls on the crosswalk. Why are there more students than parking laces on this campus? My heart sinks. The chapel is chiming the ninth hour. I rive around for another ten minutes and finally end up parking on the front nvn of Dorman. (Another ticket for my collection.) My freshly washed Nikes arry me swiftly to class, as the impending embarrassment of being late hangs ke a rain-swollen cloud in my mind. I reach Mr. Flick ' s door and slide to the floor in exhaustion. I stand up, gain ly composure, and gallantly walk in — 20 minutes late. Every eye is on me — i my zipper unzipped? Trying to be inconspicuous I quietly assume my place in ow 2. Flick continues to talk as the girl in front of me covers a burp with her and. My eyes slowly close. I dream. My dream becomes a nightmare — a herd f grey cats driving shiny white commodes are chasing after me. I can ' t get away — No,, no! Stop! I scream. Something grabs me and I awake with a start — he burping girl has been shaking me — Flick is obviously ticked. Brrring! Saved ■y the bell! The mass of students sweeps me out the door as I lethargically pro- eed to Anthropology. Another typical day in the life of Stew Dent. I collapse n my bed at 2:30 A.M., prepared to face another rigorous day of decisions — Vhat will it be for lunch tomorrow? Chicken fried steak or eggplant casserole? Vhat a life! Features 15