Sundays

It was a Sunday—not a day but rather a gap between two other days. Saturday and Monday. Many people could say that they’re excited for the weekend, it being Friday to Saturday, but from a studious student’s perspective, many have school on Fridays. Meaning that that most would agree that the weekend is really Saturday and Sunday. You’d be excited as well after going through a weeks’ worth of studying, testing and writing a weekend is just what you need. But for me I go to school on Saturdays as well so really my weekend is a Sunday. That dreaded Sunday. Sunday to many, may mean church Sundays, of Sunday Funday with the family. Little do they know that Sunday is the “but” of a sentence or saying  for when things are going to go downhill or take a turn for the unexpected, because after Sunday is Monday. Monday means back to school, back to work, back to testing and studying. So when does one really get to relax? You don’t not until there is an unexpected snow day or planned vacation or the end of the world – which by then it’ll awesome that I won’t be worrying about my Anatomy and Physiology exam but I will worrying over my life and my dog. Who will feed him? Mondays also mean Jeremy. Jeremy with allergies Jeremy. Jeremy from Biology who doesn’t believe in using deodorants Jeremy. Just “good ol’ soap and water” Jeremy. Clumsy Jeremy, who tripped and spilled Benedict’s reagent all over my lab coat and my new sneakers. That’s right I’m in for another week of school, work, studying, overtime and Jeremy.