i have long considered the day to be a distribution curve that is skewed to the left with wednesday being centered over the mean.
- the week starts with monday: when you wake up everything is fine and dandy, and then you remember you have class. not only do you have class, you discover as the day progresses, but you have reading and problem sets, and papers that you somehow managed to blank on over your gloriously free free weekend. then you get out to the boathouse and you discover in addition to class and reading and problem sets and papers that your coach is super pissed about one thing or the other and practice is super hard
- then comes tuesday, oh crap-- here we are at the beginning, not a weekend in sight, and shit is getting real, really quick
- then comes wednesday = hump day. once you get past wednesday the rest is down hill, but first you have to make it though wednesday AND wednesday night. everything is due thrusday, and even the stuff that isn't due thursday you have to do wednesday night because on thursday night you have antm and gossip girl which leaves very little time for work when you consider the early wakeup due to am lift. wednesday is like when you are running up a hill and you know you are almost at the crest, and you know any stride you will not be running uphill anymore, but be striding easily down-- but you aren't there yet, and somehow each successive stride is made harder because of the knowledge that you are almost at the top. sometimes it is even like you are on ski's trying to cross-country up-hill, going almost nowhere, and each stride you go foward, also takes you back a bit. (i could also throw in a rowing metaphore-- it's like rowing in a head wind, each time square your blade to catch the wind picks it up, forcing you back towards stern making you to miss water which has the added disadvantage of pissing off your bow, further slowing you down down down down)
- the hump, the crest, the peak, the max...whatever you want to call it
- but once you past wednesday, life is good. thrusday is the new friday--one doesn't have class on friday unless she has a burning desire to learn about negative space and sketch in a notebook, in which case she is presumed to be throughly enjoying the experience of sitting in lecture on the weekend (l? C?)
- as is sunday
- and down-- never actually reaching zero, but here we are getting pretty damn close
1 comment:
ksw- cross country skiing metaphor???
how much cross country skiing have you done?
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