I'm in the ocean. Just floating there- not even sure what I'm floating on or where I am geographically or how I got this far out or where the coast is. I'm just floating. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a siren sounds. I sit up quickly, and my raft wobbles. I cling frantically to the edges but too late...I am falling, I am drowning, I am...waking up.
Crap. I roll over- the time on my clock reads 9:20. 9:20am. 9:20am as in I was supposed to be up an hour ago at least in order to shower, brush my teeth, get breakfast, and pack my backpack. Crap. For a moment, I lay there, still wrapped snugly in my blanket, sleep teasing me, fluttering close and making me want to shut my eyes and drift, back into the ocean, back into darkness, back into comfort. I contemplate several things. Would it be so bad if I were to just sleep through LA101H? Just this once, then never again? What crucial pieces of information would be lost if I were to sink back into my blissful coma, what important things missed that a simple e-mail wouldn't repair? What if I just did it...
And then I remember. The question of the day. A fact about everyone in the room- one I could never obtain through e-mail. And it's not that I'm some weird super creeper who stalks everyone in the class and wants to know their life story (okay maybe you, Gabo), it's just that I genuinely enjoy the question of the day. I love thinking back to whatever it is- something about myself others don't know, my favorite movie, something I love to hate, the worst job I've ever had. I love hearing people tell their stories- I love laughing at 9:45am at the nickname Cocoa Bear even though in an hour I have an exam I know absolutely nothing for and my roommate is bugging me and I miss my parents and I can't wait for summer and I'm stressed out like nobody's business. I like getting up in front of the class to give a speech and looking out to a sea of faces that are no longer unfamiliar, but each face holds some weight: that person is from New York, that person is a child of divorce, that person works at Sesame Place (shout out Jaclyn ;P), that person's been to Italy and that person wants to become a lawyer. I love feeling comfortable in the classroom- feeling like everyone is genuinely interested in what I have to say and who I am. And even if they're not, for about thirty seconds every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, in spite of feeling stressed, upset, hungry, exhausted, hungover, wistful, resentful, anxious and a whole host of other unpleasant emotions, for just those thirty seconds during my time to share my answer to the question of the day, I get to feel...interesting.


