A Day In The Life
Have you ever read a blog post and thought to yourself “Self, I wish that there was some piece of music that paired with this post perfectly, much like a wine at an Italian restaurant attempting to assert its classiness”? Well for this post, there is such a pairing.
So the purpose of this blog is to show you, the curious high school student/parent/super intelligent wildebeest/transfer student what Clark University is like. At least that’s the premise under which I’ve operated for my last two posts. If that is in fact not the point, I’m sure I’ll receive a stern talking-to in the near future.
But before that happens, I’ve decided that the best way to show you what Clark is like is to just show you a day. So this log is what happened to me on Tuesday. It was kind of a busy day, but this level of activity is not totally uncommon. Fun and learning ensued. Let’s go!
8:00 – Alarm went off. Snorted in derision, hit “Snooze,” rolled over.
8:09 – Alarm went off again. Tumbled out of bed, traipsed to shower.
8:28 – Breakfast. This year, I live in Blackstone Hall, so I’m situated in a six-person apartment/condo thingy. We have a kitchen, so I’m on a less aggressive meal plan than I have been in the past. This involves me making all of my breakfasts and most of my lunches using materials found in your typical kitchen. (I have learned that this task becomes far easier when one goes grocery shopping in advance). So I had Cheerios.
9:00 – Tour training. As I said in my first post, I work at Admissions. At the beginning of every year, we review the tour routes, take note of any updates to campus that we all need to be aware of, and share tips and fun facts with each other.
10:00 – Back to apartment. This was just enough time to change into shorts (it was one of those days where the weather likes to play funny jokes about it being cold when it really isn’t) and grab my materials for class.
10:25 – Complexities of Urban Schools. This is my first-ever Education class; it’s a prerequisite for any student interested in the Education fifth-year program. Today, we handed in some essays and peer-reviewed them. We also discussed how different students react to different stressful situations and what it means to be an empowering educator.
11:40 – Lunch. Annie’s Clark Bunch is every Clarkie’s favorite diner. (If you talk to a Clarkie that claims to dislike Annie’s, ensure that this student is not an imposter). The food is delicious, the portions generous, and Annie is a wonderful lady with just the right amount of sass. I went to Annie’s with Lindsay, one of my friends from my first-year residence hall.
12:25 – Meeting with Ethan. I’m applying to study abroad at the University of East Anglia next semester, and I had to get a recommendation from a professor. I went to see Ethan, my first-year intensive professor, to drop off the form. Although I was only there for a small thing, Ethan sat with me and we talked about our summer reading and our classes and his newborn son.
1:17 – Frantic text messages from David.
My phone buzzed four times as I stood up to leave Ethan’s office. Once outside, I took it out of my pocket and saw some frantic text messages from David, my roommate. He was suddenly super busy needed me to print some papers for him for playwriting, a class we had later that day. (Although we are in the same class, we registered for it independently of each other.) So I ventured to the Academic Commons, where most of the university’s printers live, to print out David’s scenes.
1:28 – Accosted by Melissa. I bumped into one of Clark’s other diarists, Melissa, in the Academic Commons. We talked about blogs. Not really. Ok maybe a little.
1:49 – Back home. I had some time to kill at home, so I did my reading for Complexities of Urban Schools (due Thursday) and played a song or two on the guitar.
2:50 – Playwriting. This is a class that I’m taking purely for fun; it fulfills none of my requirements. Today we covered the major components of an Aristotelian play and read last week’s assignments out loud. Last week’s assignment was to eavesdrop on a conversation and try to write it out verbatim. This was to teach us about the relationship between dialogue, which is fabricated speech, and real, spoken language. This difference is way larger than I expected, which definitely made the exercise worthwhile.
5:40 – Quick Break. Playwriting let out a few minutes early, so I sat with my friend Olivia, who was working the Little Center’s front desk.
6:00 – Spree Day Taskforce Meeting. Spree Day is a Clark University holiday of sorts. There are a lot of posts about Spree Day, so it isn’t too worth getting into the fleshy underbelly of the day’s many nuances, but suffice it to say that we (a committee made up of students, faculty, and staff, led by Rian) had a thorough and enlightening discussion about how Spree Day has changed over time and what it has to be done to meet the many needs that it fills. It only comes once a year, so we better get it right! (I also got free dinner, which was a major plus).
8:30 – Scarlet Pitch Meeting. A pitch meeting is when the whole Scarlet (Clark’s student newspaper) staff sits in a room and we talk about what sort of news we want to cover. Each section editor compiles a list of articles for his or her section and pitches it to the rest of the staff. A writer who is interested in the article claims it and writes it. We dished out a bunch of really cool articles at this meeting, and I can’t wait to see what some of our new writers come up with!
10:38 – Home. After a long day, I slogged back across campus and set down my books on the counter, ready for a night to relax. David asked if I wanted to play a few songs, so I went out and got my guitar. This is how we became friends. One night, I was sitting in the lounge in Wright Hall with my guitar. David asked me to play a song, and he sang along with it. We’ve been doing it regularly ever since, and it’s a great way to unwind after a long day.
12:08 – Bed.
And so that was Tuesday. Not every day has a long newspaper meeting or frantic text message or early morning tour training or a Spree Day meeting. Some days have music rehearsals and group projects, and some days just have long chunks of free time. Each one is different, though, and each one sends me to bed wondering what will happen to me the next day.