To be a rooster

Well, it’s been a while.

It seems that all that’s going on at WILL today is nothing compared to the crisis that I had to deal with this morning. First off, let me say this: I’m the most unlucky kid in the entire University today.

Here’s why: all electricity on only my side of the dorm room shut off sometime right after I went to bed last night. ONLY MY SIDE OF THE ROOM! My roommate’s computer was fine. His fan was still in operation. His alarm clock woke him in the morning.

I woke up to the sun…an hour late, on the last day of class no less!

This was not what I needed. I mean, seriously, how does only my side of the room lose all electricity, and nowhere else in the entire University? It just seems like someone wanted to make my life really difficult today.

Not only was a really late (and, consequently, quite angry), but the milk and everything else in the refrigerator I bought yesterday was rotting away. So I start my morning in a giant haze of confusion, running around pressing buttons, trying to see if this and that works, figuring out what the heck happened overnight.

All the while I’m worrying that I’m incredibly late for my classes.

Then I’m lugging this awkward fridge down the hall to the lobby where I’m not even sure if there’s power yet. I’m hoping that something in there can be salvaged if the power’s still working.

I’m banging on my RA’s door because he apparently has a key to reset the circuit breaker to my room.

He doesn’t.

I’m practically yelling at the tired girl at the area office who says my RA is the only one who can fix my problem. He’s gone off to class and doesn’t give a care about his residents in the first place.

I’m running over to the area office in my sandals because I apparently have to sign a form before they can get anyone to look at the electricity.

And I’m wondering how long ago the electricity would’ve been fixed it I was in an apartment this year.

And everyone else is waking up to their alarms. Their wonderful, wonderful alarms.

It’s over three hours later. A switch is finally switched, and my day is ready to begin!

And here I am again, and I couldn’t be happier. Updating the podcast, I smile at the routine that I’ve followed all semester. Everything in the newsroom works according to a well-oiled machine, which is like a panacea to my hectic day.

Let’s just hope (knock on wood) they don’t lose power. Otherwise, they might be bringing out the old rooster like me tomorrow morning.