Here’s what we do in M6 when the Mondays get us down:
1. We hold Feezap, the tumor-afflicted hamster who still manages at least 1,000 wheel reps a night. Feezap is small, grey, and unassuming. I try to give him a smile and an affectionate “Bye Feez” when I pass his cage on my way to class, but sometimes I forget. Tonight, Feez, after crawling around my hand for a while, gave my finger a sniff and then gnawed on it for a few seconds, until he was satisfied that all of the blueberry lemon hand soap had dissolved between his tiny teeth.
2. We make devil’s food instant pudding, and do our best to ignore the powdery taste that inevitably lingers in instant puddings. It is chocolate, after all.
3. Finally, we go into our rooms, shut the door, and sit down at our desks. We stare at our bulletin boards for a few minutes, blankly taking in the Obama Inaugural, the Beatles Rubber Soul, the Support the U buttons that we pinned up on earlier, more earnest days. Our readings have been printed. There is no excuse for Twitter, for Facebook, for IMDB (me), for CollegeHumor (Maddie). Taking a few cleansing breaths, we set off into Studying, into the land where nobody dies except for Richard the Lionheart and historical figures like that. It’s bright in Studying, and not unpleasant in the least. We’re enlightened here, we’re intelligent and brave. If only it wasn’t such a struggle to get through.