The Monday That Got Away
So yesterday got away from me. I closed my laptop at the end of the day and it was already past midnight. So here it is, a day late:
You guys, this Monday might actually last forever. I think it’s been Monday for several years already. It’s almost 8pm and this is the first time this blog post has crossed my mind all day.
Now that’s not to say that I’m not totally prepared to deliver a witty, ingenious, and definitely coherent blog post to you guys. Because I am. I was born to do this shit. I speak in blogs, basically.
Just kidding. I’m as unprepared for this blog post as I am for everything else in my life. My Mondays start at 7:00 am and don’t stop until 8pm. I am consistently late to things all day. Anyone who runs into me looks mildly concerned and asks, “are you alright?” And I am alright. Just slightly in over my head.
But it’s okay, because I will never be as in-over-my-head as I was this past Friday, when I went to visit my friend Meg at MIT. Meg is a smarty-pants engineering graduate student there, and on Friday I took the train to Boston to go see her in her smarty-pants world with all her new smarty-pants friends.
You guys, MIT is nuts. There are underground tunnels that can get you pretty much anywhere on campus. There’s a really long hallway that’s called “the infinite corridor” and when I whispered it sounds like something you’d find at Hogwarts! no one laughed or nodded. (I was among engineers. Go figure.) Some buildings are grand and beautiful. Others, according to Meg, look like turds.
We were eating lunch with some of Meg’s classmates when she told me that I’d be joining her for her Orgo class at 2pm, and only one thought occurred to me:
This is going to be hilarious.
I guess I looked pretty stoked (because how often do you get the chance to sit in on an orgo class at MIT?). Meg’s friend turned to me and warned, “he’s going to ask you questions.”
Cue terror. Meg explained that her professor was a great guy with a sarcastic sense of humor, of which I’d likely be the victim in class. This was definitely going to be hilarious.
I scurried into class on Meg’s heels and took the seat next to her. There were only about six of us, and I’d met most of them, so it was comforting that I’d be going down amongst friends. The professor walked in, scanned the room, and stopped dead when he got to me.
“Oh great! We’ve got a new one!”
Now I may as well have blacked out for the next 55 minutes for all I understood. Meg answered questions like a rockstar, and I stared at the mile-long equations on the board until the numbers blurred. At the end he asked if there were any questions, and I answered simply, “so many.”
So that was pretty much the most overwhelmed I’ve ever been. Today takes a close second.