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8:45 a.m.: I wake up to “Tik Tok” playing on my alarm clock radio. Not the song I wanted to start my day with. I mean don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a little Jack Daniels and a nice pedicure on my toes, but hearing Ke$ha’s voice dives me nuts. I get dressed and brush my teeth, with water, not a bottle of Jack.

9:45 a.m.: I catch the bus up to the AG quad. I am way to lazy to scale the slope this early in the morning, or any morning for that matter. I sit down in the back and look up to see Justin. Since coming to Cornell, I have changed quite a bit. I’ve been “corrupted” as my friends say. I keep a mental list of all the things I do that I would have once thought were rebellious, but are the norm for college kids: getting drunk at a house party, woken up in the common area of my dorm in the previous nights attire, flashed a few T-CAT busses on the way back from Collegetown and made out with several random frat boys, Justin included. I make eye contact with Justin and strike up a conversation about the usual bus chit-chat. I get off at Kennedy and walk to my first class.

10:10am -2:15 p.m.: Four straight hours of classes. Surprisingly I don’t doze off in any of them. I think it’s the combination of my anxiety about the new semester and my impatience to meet Aaron at 3 that is keeping me alert and upright in my seat. Finally, the professor stops blabbing and I grab my books and bolt to the spot Aaron told me to meet him at.

2:30 p.m.:  As I walk to meet Aaron, my mind begins to turn over the what I am about to do. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.  But I think it will help with my anxety. And I did study all weekend. I’ve got the material down. Z-tables? Ingrained in my mind. It’ll be fine.

2:45 p.m.:   As I turn the corner, I see Aaron. He is leaning against a yellow stucco wall with his Ray-Ban’s over his dark eyes, undoubtedly hiding their red tint. But he’s not alone. He’s with two other girls and one other guy. They all introduce themselves. I recognize one of the girls and it turns out we’re in the same major and have a lot of the same classes. We all follow Aaron to a more secluded spot so we can light up. Aaron tells us “this shit is really good” and the other girls giggle with excitement. I take out my wallet to pay him, but Aaron tells me not to worry about it. He charges the others, which they didn’t seem too happy about. He tells them he owes me from a few weeks ago when I spotted him for a late night Louie’s run, which never happened but I go along with it. I’ve been getting vibes from him lately that he wants to be more than smoking buddies, and this only supports my suspicions.

3:30 p.m.:  After smoking for a bit and talking about our summer plans, we all part ways. Aaron ends up going the direction I do. He says we should “chill” some other time. As we walk up Eddy Street he makes his move. I know he’s bad for me but I go along with it, using my high as an excuse to make out with a shady drug dealer who happens to be really good-looking. Hey, I’ve got to keep up my rebellious streak, right? We walk to Uris and part ways, with him going to meet some more “clients” and me going to raid the vending machine. Pop-tarts, a Snickers bar, and Doritos- the snack of champions.

4:15 p.m.: I lay on the slope for a few hours, enjoying my state of mind and working on my tan, or lack thereof. I wake up to the sound of chimes. I run to Becker to meet some friends for a quick bite and run to catch the bus, more exercise than I want to be doing at the moment. Damnit! The bus pulls away as I run down the sidewalk after it. With no other option I book it up the slope, out of breath within 50 strides.

7:15 p.m.:  I find my seat and settle in, organizing my 3 pencils, two of which are back up in case the first one malfunctions. My anxiety is at a good level now, not making me fidgety. I guess it really did work.

9:30 p.m.:  I walk out of Kennedy, the cool breeze clearing my mind, confidence intervals and x-bars leaving my brain. I let out a sigh. It was a good day.