2008 Woodie Awards
"Yougottawanna"
Katelyn Henry
Issue date: 2/5/05 Section: Viewpoint
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This is very unlike me.
As I sit at my computer writing this column, it is 6:00 in the evening on Friday-hours after the noon deadline that is drilled into the heads of all Provoc writers. Normally my column is started on a Monday, complete with my usual one-liner to end. Tuesdays and Wednesdays I add this idea and revise that line; by Thursday night my final draft is complete, sent off awaiting whichever editor happens to check the email the following deadline morning.
Obviously not this week. I just could not bring myself to write it on time...to write at all-to even think about what to write. My motivation fell to an all-time low; my laziness reached an all time high.
This is expected after Winter Break. If you spent your break like me, many days didn't begin until it was almost night, while many nights ended hours into the following day. When not at work, the hours were filled with reading (not as an assignment, for once), the joys of cable television (is it boastful or embarrassing to have seen every episode of each MTV reality show multiple times?), or naps (in preparation for their scarcity once the semester began). It's the type of schedule that, especially after four weeks, one could get used to.
Now, however, we're almost two weeks into the semester. The typical grace period of re-unpacking your room and simply going over syllabi in classes has long passed. So what's the problem?
Let me share with you the major roadblock in my Winter Break rehab. The conversation went something like this in the wee hours of Monday morning:
"Assumption College Public Safety. This line is recorded. Classes are cancelled. How may I help you?"
"Oh, I guess you already helped me."
My ears-and probably yours as well-longed to hear the news: No class Monday. This was a monumental event at Assumption College, up there with the Centennial celebrations or the tornado that demolished the original AC campus back in the 50s.
So maybe the 29 inches of snow that cancelled classes wasn't that significant, but anyone who has spent a single winter here knows that it takes a lot more than some chilly temperatures or sparkling snowflakes to keep us and our professors apart (sorry to break the news to you, freshmen). Just when reality and responsibility began to set in, we all seized the opportunity for one final dose of rest and relaxation. Or so I thought.
Mother Nature must have seen all of our lethargic bodies trekking to class last Tuesday and felt pity; within 24 hours she had magically whipped up another storm, to a lesser degree this time. By 2:30, classes were cancelled again-for the second time in one week-spare those with earlier classes.
It may be safe to say, however, that those days are behind us and Assumption will now return to its normal five day week of classes, with all the activities that go along. That is, at least, until Spring Break and those nasty cases of Senioritis hit.
And while perhaps this isn't the greatest column I've written during my time here on Page 6, one thing is for sure. I'm slowly working my way back into the daily grind of classes, homework, and my provoc responsibility, all the while waiting for another snow day.
Yougottawanna get back into the swing of things.
Senior
English
As I sit at my computer writing this column, it is 6:00 in the evening on Friday-hours after the noon deadline that is drilled into the heads of all Provoc writers. Normally my column is started on a Monday, complete with my usual one-liner to end. Tuesdays and Wednesdays I add this idea and revise that line; by Thursday night my final draft is complete, sent off awaiting whichever editor happens to check the email the following deadline morning.
Obviously not this week. I just could not bring myself to write it on time...to write at all-to even think about what to write. My motivation fell to an all-time low; my laziness reached an all time high.
This is expected after Winter Break. If you spent your break like me, many days didn't begin until it was almost night, while many nights ended hours into the following day. When not at work, the hours were filled with reading (not as an assignment, for once), the joys of cable television (is it boastful or embarrassing to have seen every episode of each MTV reality show multiple times?), or naps (in preparation for their scarcity once the semester began). It's the type of schedule that, especially after four weeks, one could get used to.
Now, however, we're almost two weeks into the semester. The typical grace period of re-unpacking your room and simply going over syllabi in classes has long passed. So what's the problem?
Let me share with you the major roadblock in my Winter Break rehab. The conversation went something like this in the wee hours of Monday morning:
"Assumption College Public Safety. This line is recorded. Classes are cancelled. How may I help you?"
"Oh, I guess you already helped me."
My ears-and probably yours as well-longed to hear the news: No class Monday. This was a monumental event at Assumption College, up there with the Centennial celebrations or the tornado that demolished the original AC campus back in the 50s.
So maybe the 29 inches of snow that cancelled classes wasn't that significant, but anyone who has spent a single winter here knows that it takes a lot more than some chilly temperatures or sparkling snowflakes to keep us and our professors apart (sorry to break the news to you, freshmen). Just when reality and responsibility began to set in, we all seized the opportunity for one final dose of rest and relaxation. Or so I thought.
Mother Nature must have seen all of our lethargic bodies trekking to class last Tuesday and felt pity; within 24 hours she had magically whipped up another storm, to a lesser degree this time. By 2:30, classes were cancelled again-for the second time in one week-spare those with earlier classes.
It may be safe to say, however, that those days are behind us and Assumption will now return to its normal five day week of classes, with all the activities that go along. That is, at least, until Spring Break and those nasty cases of Senioritis hit.
And while perhaps this isn't the greatest column I've written during my time here on Page 6, one thing is for sure. I'm slowly working my way back into the daily grind of classes, homework, and my provoc responsibility, all the while waiting for another snow day.
Yougottawanna get back into the swing of things.
Senior
English