Stephen F Austin State University - Stone Fort Yearbook (Nacogdoches, TX)

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A day in the life of an SFASU student Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . What is that noise? It ' s very far away and vague. Mow it ' s getting louder BEEP . . . BEEP . . . BEEP! Right in the middle of a good dream, too. Uh, oh, wake up! It ' s 8:00 a.m., and I ' m late again. $%! !! Rise and shine to an- other typical day at SFASU. After running around the room try- ing to become coherent and look like I didn ' t just roll out of bed, I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. I dash to class on the far side of campus, for which I am now 15 minutes late. I suppose you would like to take this quiz? ' ' asks the professor; as I slip in, trying to look inconspicuous. Yes, ' ' I meekly reply, wishing I was back in my bed, hitting the snooze button and hoping for five more min- utes. The class seems to drag on, as the professor ' s lecture starts to mush. I try to concentrate, but I find myself doodling across the page in my note- book. Finally, class is over. Thank good- ness! That man can be so boring. I walk into the humid, dry air and head back to the dorm to jump into a hot shower to wake myself up. The usual bathroom backup is in full swing. Since I am at the end of the line, I go back to my room and crawl back under my sheets to rest for a few minutes. It ' s a good thing my next class isn ' t until 12:15 p.m. or I ' d never survive. I jump into the shower to find luke- warm water (hey it ' s better than cold) and I stand there for ten minutes, mesmerized by its constant relaxing pulse. But I ' d better hurry or I ' ll get left behind for lunch. Hurriedly and furi- ously, I blow dry and curl my hair, then line my eyes with cover-up, trying to hide the dark circles. Why did I hurry over to the cafeteria for this? Today it ' s Chinese surprise. Ugh! It wouldn ' t be so bad if it didn ' t leave such an odor in the whole build- ing. Those who didn ' t come to lunch will still know what was served if they come to dinner. The gang sits at their usual table. We talk about various things, as we make smiley faces with the noodles in the Chinese surprise dish. After lunch, I go over to check my mail. I hope my parents sent me mon- ey. 1 look inside my box to find air mail. ' ' not even a coupon. 1 wonder? 1 why the university issued me a box! I 1 It ' s time to head for class. The only thing wrong with this class is it in- 1 ' tereferes with my soaps. It seems I ' m always behind in them because of my classes. Sitting in class, I count down 40 minutes ... 25 minutes ... 15 min- utes ... At 10 minutes, everyone starts packing up their stuff. The pro-| fessor says in a sarcastic tone, Hasi my watch stopped? I thought I still 1 have 10 minutes. now we feel some-l| what rude, but we were sure the pro- 1 fessor wanted to leave early. not waiting around to ask questions I about a project I really don ' t under- I stand, I head home to microwave | some popcorn and watch Planes, I Trains and Automobiles on the VCR. 1 After a day of classes, I need some f comic relief. I have the usual microwave Budget i Gourmet dinner (no cafeteria food for me.) The evening is dedicated to bad habits of studying or deciding if I should go out instead. 314 cflaUU

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After all, this stuff isn ' t due until lext week or later. After weighing the wos and cons. 1 11 just stay in. 1 really :an ' t afford to go out. 1 promise myself to go to bed early ha-ha.) The evening winds down with j little studying (very little.) 1 watch The Cosby Show, ' ' Cheers ' ' and L.A. Law. ' ' Afterward, I crawl into bed and turn Dn the radio and read for tomorrow ' s classes until 1 fall asleep. It works everytime! Story by Frances Hinson Photos of Lesley Snellings, Humble freshman, by Robert Seale c uua 315