What’s supposed to be 3 hours 2 hours and 55 minutes (yes, I count down the minutes) feels like being stuck in a neverending lecture — complete hell. Whether you’re taking it for a core, to skip out on Friday classes or to avoid 8ams, everyone has a love-hate relationship with night classes.
You always plan on beating the food line, conveyor belt traffic and coffee rush, but never succeed.
Therefore, you scarf down whatever food you can get your hands on and brag about how awful of an idea taking a 6-9 class was.
You ever-so-slightly hip-bump the people on the coffee line, and fill your cup to the brim.
That brief initial moment of thinking, “I’m ready. I ate dinner, I have coffee and I’m good to go!”
…Then you get over it and ponder, “What did I get myself into?” as you grudgingly make your way to class.
This is usually followed by the reassuring thought, “At least it’s once a week.”
….A counterargument that is proven invalid after you walk into your class and see the faces of other exhausted students.
Not even 5 minutes into class, and you’re already checking up on social media, sports, or whatever you can get on your laptop that can help you maintain your poker face.
Those 10 minutes of bliss when the professor decides to give you a break to stretch, go to the bathroom, and enable you to take out the phone you’ve been hiding all of class.
The break ends and the countdown until the end of class is in full effect.
“Do we really only have one skip?” you wonder to yourself.
You nod out and glance over: FIVE. MORE. MINUTES.
“YASSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” you think to yourself as everyone packs up.
You somehow survived another night class.
Until next week everyone!