Miss. Lizzza
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Surviving Southern Student
By: Liza Tang
By: Liza Tang
It’s yet again one of those long late nights, surrounded by energy drinks, promised to keep me as attentive as a kid in Toys R Us, two half empty bags of Doritos, and Goldfish. Also accompanying my munchies is my glorious can of Pringles, Salt and Vinegar of course. Don’t judge fellow Southern student! If you’re thinking, “Gosh, what big, fat, gorging pig! Eating yourself to whale status, shame on you!”, then my friend, you are quite mistaken. I can assure you that my greasy feast is indeed a source of essential and necessary nutrient as well as energy. For I have all my immensely difficult exams coming up in the next seven hours, and I will attempt to cram in two weeks worth of class information into my sleep-deprived grayish blob that my A&P book calls a brain.
However, I am not alone at two in the morning. I am surrounded by the rest of my misfortunate friends who are all in the same boat as I, yet we are doing more laughing then the crucial studying. As I am sitting there, I began to wonder whose brilliant ideal it was to get all of us professional chit-chatters together, pump us up on sugar and energy drinks, and then has a go at memorizing concepts and terms from all the previous lectures. Oh wait… I forgot, that genius was me.
As the night progresses, I swear I begin to hear my bed literally calling my name. “Liza! Come hither and lay upon my soft warm sheets. Rest your weary head on my soothing and quite fluffy pillows! You know you want to…” I cannot believe this. My bed is actually trying to seduce me. But like sailors at the sea with the sirens singing their hypnotizing songs, leading them to certain death among the treacherous rocks, I too fight off the tempting calls and remain on board.
By morning, I look like a cross between Edward Sissorhands and Big Foot, but I did it! Somehow, by God’s great miracle, I’ve managed to finally read all that I need to read, memorized all that I need to memorize, and eat all that I needed to eat. I feel like the Conqueror of all textbooks. Defeater of lecture notes! But then I think, No, I have exceeded those titles. I am Surviving Southern Student!