It was finals week of fall semester last year. To be more specific, it was the night of the day of our last final, if that makes any sense at all. And our brains were fried, completely, for these reasons: Music Theory. Chemistry. Outline of whole Old Testament. Final for C.S. Lewis' critical works-- with absolutely no clue as to test format beforehand. (It was four essays.) French History.
It was about eleven p.m., and though it had been snowing all week, the snow had melted that day and was soon to re-freeze. The drizzle cast shadows on slushy snow as it fell past Narnia-like lamps up the path to campus, lending a garish orange light to the stressful night. Natalie and I had just returned from a Wal-mart run- I'm not sure why we went to Wal-mart at 11 p.m. in a car that was leaking an unknown fluid.
I parked the car at Mauck Hall, and as we got out with our one or two bags, I noticed my library books on the floor next to my seat. I looked at the books, looked at the library across the street, and looked at Natalie. "Do you want to go to the library with me?"
"Do you mean up the driveway?" She asked.
"Do you want to go to the library with me?" I asked again.
"You mean up the driveway?" She repeated.
"Oh yeah, the library's right there," I giggled. "I forgot we're not in Olds!"
Natalie looked at me for a moment. "Are you sure?"
If that conversation doesn't make sense to you, well, it never did make sense to us, either. We shouldn't be allowed to exist as normal humans after finals.
This year I don't think we should be allowed to exist before finals either. My friend Jeff handed me a cookie yesterday and I took it, looking bewildered. It was pale like a sugar cookie, but lumpy. "What IS it?" I asked.
Jeff is 6'6''. He eats all the time. He thinks everyone should recognize a cookie. "A chocolate chip cookie!!!" He said, and walked away shaking his head. "What is THAT?" he exclaimed, in a high voice. "My goodness."
