Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Monday's Undead

Each Monday, students are still stumbling across the pavement in a drunken stupor, yet the one commonality amongst us with the professors is the inability to remove ourselves from the denial a new week is beginning. Like zombies drawn to the sounds and smells of nearby life--dragging limbs and heavy eyes--we all migrate to the library early in the morning to finish what was never started. Down the pedestrian mall, marching in uniform exhaustion to the beat of the same groans and grunts.

Students, of all lifestyles--ending in shame or Ramen-induced comas--stagger out of dormitories, greeted by a relentless sun and its glare; stretching and groaning the same as the walking dead. The final round of Beer Pong suddenly seeming like a waste of good beer. Under the dim lights of the library, we stare at bright screens, type--barely aware of the swift movements of our fingers (muscle memory, nothing more, zombies do not have the mental capacity for utilizing tools, even of the user-friendly kind)--and fight with the printers; and if we are lucky, we still have time for breakfast: eggs, hash browns, fruit and bacon. A cold glass of chocolate milk to complete the meal--a custom of mine.

Another hour passes and I am in a literature class studying the importance of Gilgamesh's potency and fetish for virgins. I do not know how I ended up in this seat towards the back of the classroom, but I am here, attentively scrawling notes on the themes of one of man's earliest--objectively considered so--stories.

What would Freud have to say about the demanding King of Uruk?

Our professor recently improved her status, as an educator and in her own discourse, with her approved doctoral thesis. Her obsession with rape as a theme in early British literature would give the psychology department more reason to live. "Doctor” whoever stands tall with a slender build. Something about the way she moves implies her frame is too frail to carry so much length--somewhat akin to the characters often found in Burton films: made of clay and appearing flexible without actually being so.

Doctor’s accent reeks of Wisconsin, though she has probably spent years overcoming her roots. Upon our first meeting, she openly expressed her depth of worldly experience and educational endeavors, stretching from her hometown to China. Some slow words uttered later, and a few eloquent ramblings about our latest read, and class is over, and with it, any need I have to care about Gilgamesh.

Anthropology is just as I expected the course to be--analytical, fascinating, and, just as any study of humans would be, hilarious. Gourd-shaped and vivacious, the woman with short, asymmetrical curls bounces around the classroom in a goofy manner--an incredibly endearing personality. Her manner is not as articulate as the worldly woman, yet she manages to appear even wiser. The study of language and the study of the humans are synonymous, but most find more reason to criticize the person and excuse the language (poor grammar is mere stupidity rather than cultural bounds). "Curls" has an obsession with artifacts--from fossils to more materialistic and modern, which is less peculiarly specific than the first.

Both women are more than willing to connect with their students; however one is more earnest in their want to learn our names. Despite her criticism, I suppose her study of humans has made her even more social--an interesting find any beings.

In my final live moments of the day, I was sent to a seminar of which has yet to change in the past year. The room was thick with sarcasm, strong personalities and a humor only Hunter Thompson would ever truly appreciate--together we sat, a group of inspired students aspired to be journalists. We report the news, feature entertainment, rant in columns, and joke about the authority and obstinate sources. Give us all a month and our shining faces will look just as ragged as the tread of our shoes. In tailored clothes and with a look of determination, I imagine my professional-self ripping-up pavement with soles more forgiving, instead of blister with every lesson learned on foot--article-by-article, I am paving my way, the tips of my shoes digging into the soft pavement caving under the breath of the sun.

There is peace in knowing my schedule for Mondays stretched into forever. I would rather have Monday’s pressing schedule than no experience or understanding at all—even if we do all resemble zombies without anything to kill.

9 comments:

  1. My goodness, how do you remember so fully your days like that? You move so smoothly throughout it that it's as if I am walking through it with you! Although it was a slightly depressing subject, you wrote about it fluently and artfully. I like any writing that takes you in and makes you apart of the scenery and this was definitely that. :) All that is to say, great post! :)

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  2. It becomes easy once you've come to expect the same thing every week. :) That, and the image of the zombies lurking towards the library was quite a vivid image that I actually witnessed Monday morning and could not resist writing... I guess you could say it all just fell into place there. :)

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  3. Very beautifully written. Around here it is boiling hot and luckily university won't start till the end of september...i'd go crazy if i had to live through a lesson-packed monday in this heat! Anyways 'more! more!'...i love it when you write about your day :-)

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  4. Haha, thank you. :)And yeah, the heat here is kinda bad, but it's mostly the humidity that will kill you.

    I cannot wait for fall when a breeze is a regular thing.

    Good news, though: it was actually chilly in my classes today! I regretted not having a jacket for once! :O

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  5. Wow I felt like I was actually there with you! You are one incredible writer - I can only spell decent and write stories, but nothing like this! If you wrote a book I'd definitely be one of the first to buy a copy:)
    xx
    lyndsey of hellolyndsey

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  6. Awwww, thanks so much, Lyndsey! That's incredibly sweet! :D I've thought about writing a book, so maybe you'll get a chance to contribute to my paycheck one day. Hahaha.

    Funny thought, I'm used to seeing "Hello" in front of your name because of your usernames and all that, that it almost seems wrong to not have it there. :P Oh, the internet is so weird!

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  7. I love the comparison to zombies. It's been a long time since I was studying but it's a fitting metaphor.

    I like some of your turns of phrase - "made of clay and appearing flexible without actually being so" and "gourd-shaped and vivacious". Nicely put.

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  8. Hey, thanks! :) I hope it's a nice comeback from such a dry summer.

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