The one in which I die of shame

There comes a time in every student’s life when you realize you’ve spent toomuch time studying in solitary confinement. I reached this point today.

Today, my second day of intensive midterm studying, I have spent 7 hours and counting in the Shapiro campus center. I should have realized I was losing touch with the real world when little things began to happen… like when I failed to realize I had to open the door for my friend to come say hi to me in the locked SSIS office. I just stared at him through the glass door.

Another clue could have been the serious impairing of my judgement that led me to spend my last bit of cash on day-old sushi at Java City. Poor, poor decision. Now I only have enough money left for either a cup of coffee or
some chocolate. Under these trying circumstances, one should not be limited
to either or.

But I think the most telling clue that I’ve been studying alone for too long is that during my 10 minute break in the over-crowded computer lab (reaching its 25th minute shortly), I farted. I had been alone in a locked office so long that I completely forgot to hold it in while in the presence of other people. I tried to cover it up with a loud cough, but it was too late. The girl next to me inched over just a bit. The deed was done.

I think now would be a good time to return myself to solitary confinement where I can privately punish myself for this act of self-humiliation and noise pollution.