The Struggles of DeBart

If you’re like me and have 80% of your classes in DeBart, you’ve most likely grown very familiar with the building and all its quirks.  To me, DeBart is like that friend you see every day but you never really could quite put your finger on why you spend so much time with them. Do you even like them?

Here’s a documentation of my continuous struggles with DeBartolo Hall:

When you get a little bit of a late start….             

Sometimes you’ve just got to spend a little extra time lounging on the futon in the morning, which means you leave your room with about 6 minutes to get to class.

And then you have to speed-walk your way in and out of all the other backpack-clad people.

Trying not to look stupid while almost running with a backpack on is a feat I have yet to accomplish.  

As you approach the front doors of DeBart, the masses of people begin to swarm around you. 

People. People everywhere. Tall people. Short people. People you know. People you’ve never met. Basically they’ve managed to take all the people at this school and stuff them into DeBart.

Then you have to walk up 3 flights of stairs to get to your class.

You should really work out more often.

After class is over and you have to walk back down the stairs, you come this close to wiping out in front of everyone.

Don’t text and walk. Especially down stairs. Luckily if you were to fall you would hit plenty of people on the way down and if probably wouldn’t even hurt that much.

Now your eyes are droopy and all you can think about is getting a steaming cup of coffee.  Bless DeBart for having that mini ABP.

But then you see the ABP line…

Once you FINALLY get your coffee you decide to take a trip to the study lounge.

Getting some homework done, right? You can’t handle all your inner productivity. But then after sitting down, you hear loud snoring coming from the beanbag area…

Snoring = time to leave. Well, at least you tried. 

As you walk out the doors, you breathe in the fresh air. 

You came, you saw, you conquered. Sort of. At least you made it through class and managed to get a coffee out of the experience.

Until tomorrow, DeBart.

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