What’s My Day Like? The Real Deal
As Exonians, we’ve all seen the carefully concocted “What’s My Day Like?” promotions on our precisely put-together website that everyone (no one) uses. Looking through them, however, I ask myself, is this really Exeter? Where are the tears? Where are the day students hunched over their laptops watching Project Runway? Where’s the instant ramen?
With those troubling thoughts in my mind, I have set about to do a really real version of “What’s My Day Like?”
7:59 AM I arrive on campus, because I am a day student. I grab my things and make a dash for French. I slip into the classroom a few seconds late, and I try to steady my breath. I should probably exercise one day.
8:00 AM I realize that I have pulled a hamstring in my calf. I should probably stretch one day.
9:50 AM Headed for the Peer Tutoring Room, I attempt to push my way past preps who shriek to try to locate each other. I see one get his photo taken, and hear his friends say, “Pro pic!” I shake my head. This isn’t Abbot Casino, preps. Get it together.
1:07 PM After eating my typical lunch (Whoopie Pies that I’ve sobbed into), I stop by P.O. for my copy of The Exonian. It is not in my box. Instead, I find a slip of paper telling me that The Exonian has gone au naturel. Exec Board must be consuming a lot of kale.
2:12 PM I am in Fencing, and I am being lunged at. My opponent thinks himself explosive, using sudden movements to jab at me (slick, right?). Unfortunately, most of those sudden movements lead to me being stabbed in the arms or in the thighs, instead of actually on-target. My opponent beats me anyway, but joke’s on him because that was totally my master plan all along.
6:01 PM I’m free! I’m actually not, because I have to make it through the traffic of 1000+ Exonians. They come at me from all sides, because apparently, Exonians are better than crosswalks.
11:15 PM I am “doing” homework when I hear snores to my right. I think that it must be my roommate when I remember that I’m a day student, and that I don’t have a roommate. I look over. My dog is lying on the floor and his canine tooth sticks out from under his lip. I shush him. He snores even louder than before.