American University - Talon / Aucola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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The alarm goes off and as I turn over, the DJ announces that it ' s 9;02. I slowly open one eye and my brain starts to function. My ears tell me that it is going to be a nice day because I don ' t hear any rain, and my nose feels that it ' s cold. Now comes the big question, should 1 get out of bed? I push my foot onto the cold floor and quickly throw it back u nder the warm covers. It ' s too cold out there. Well, maybe five more minutes and then I ' ll get up. Ah, good, my favorite song; Norman Connors ' Starship is playing. I ' ll get up right after this song. Well, I did want to hear that new Stevie Wonder song, just a few minutes longer. Oh no, did that guy . . . Getting up in Winter is murder, but then, Spring and Fall aren ' t any easier . . . say that it ' s 9:26? It ' s now or never. Let ' s see, I ' ve got Yamauchi for Intro, to Communications in less than a half hour. Then at 11:10, I ' ve got Said ' s International Politics. What should I do? I ' ve only cut Yamauchi ' s once and Said ' s twice, what ' s one more time? But that one more time could get me in trouble. 1 never liked Mondays. Getting up in the Winter is murder, but then Spring and Fall aren ' t any easier. — a common quote The door opens with a squeak. The Post is missing again. I ' ll have to hunt up a copy. I put on my ragged robe and my slippers and go to the elevator hoping that no one will see me. I don ' t look too great in the morning. There were a few newspapers left on a table near the desk. I grab one and go back to my room. I put the paper on my desk and get a towel and toiletries and trek the long distance to the bathroom. It is steamy and has the combined smell of different brands of soap, shampoo, deodorant, shaving cream and toothpaste. There ' s always the lawnmower sound of a blow dryer in use, no matter what time it is. All the bathrooms have their quirks. In Leonard whenever a person flushes a toilet they have to yell Look Out! otherwise the person taking a shower runs the risk of scalding. In the divided bathrooms of Anderson one tries to figure out who ' s who behind the wall either by listening to the conversations, or by looking at their furry slippers. But home is where you hang your towel.

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But the worst thing of all is going back to your illegally parked car and finding out it isn ' t there . One of my favorite nightmares concerns driving around A.U. ' s campus for hours, and every time I see a parking place, it ' s filled by the time I can maneuver over to it. See, I think the Traffic and Security people are just indulging in the American Capitalistic system. First, they give out more parking stickers than there are places to park, and the rest takes care of itself. Pretty nifty, I ' d say. Anyone who has searched for parking across t he length and breadth of this campus understands the frustration and anger created by the experience. One can easily see what could drive a perfectly sane and moral individual into a life of crime and illegal parking. But the worst thing of all is going back to your illegally parked car and finding it isn ' t there. After all. who were you bothering? Just because you were blocking the Quad entrance, and you were only there a minute, and you just went to drop off an exam paper that was overdue . . . Sure. The worst part about being towed is that you know you deserve it. I mean, LEGALLY, yeah, you were parked in a bad spot . . . On second thought, the worst thing is being forced to pay all those back tickets before you can get your car back . . .