SCHEDULES

September 15 9:12 p.m. Twenty hours and eighteen minutes, or one thousand two hundred eighteen minutes, or seventy three thousand eighty minutes, until my first big test, for my most important class, which will set the tone for the rest of the semester, and possibly determine the final grade I could receive, which could possibly help or hinder my chances of getting accepted to the school of nursing. Where did all the time go…

“I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“but you like her.”
“I wouldn’t be able to stand myself if I did this.”
“I’m pretty sure she likes you too.”

September 15 9:25 p.m. No progress on the studying at all. I did get to clean up my email and check myspace and face book though. Those are very important things to do. Can’t risk not reading an urgent message or email! Maybe some music will set the mood for studying…

“she has a boyfriend.”
“he’s a jackass.”
“I don’t even know him that well, you don’t either.”
“you’ve heard how he treats her.”
“ya, I know…”
“and is it so wrong just to talk?”
“I don’t know. But if I found out my girlfriend was…”
“shut up! You like talking to her. You know you like talking to her.”

September 15 11:52 p.m. Apparently, I’ve been on aim for five hours already…

“it’s so fucking obvious she likes you”
“I hate people who break up couples. They‘re so selfish.”
“You know you would treat her way better than him, right?”
“I don’t know. If only it were a different time.”
“Don’t you wanna be the knight in shining armor saving her from her shitty boyfriend?”

September 16 5:15 p.m. Almost test time, and I got my nine hours of sleep, crammed since I was awake, got enough food to eat, used the bathroom, got my pencil, id, etc. I’m all set for this test.

“How could I trust her after she leaves her boyfriend for me. What’s to stop her from leaving me for the next good thing?”
“if you're wrong, you're wrong.”