This was Marie Antoinette’s downfall. “Let them eat cake.”
My better judgment notwithstanding, here it is, today’s schedule:
6:30 Wake to my second alarm. Snooze again.
6:45 Wake to my third alarm. You guessed it.
7:00 Realize I’m late. Lurch into the shower.
7:25 Eat a modest breakfast of pan de leche, ham lunchmeat, and cheese. Coffee optional.
7:30 Cram passengers deeper into Metro cars so there’s room for me.
8:15 Arrive at the IES Center (read: a Complutense dorm that rents us space).
8:20 Perch inside the lounge, get ousted by cleaning staff, sit on floor instead.
8:30 Finish the day’s homework, on the floor.
9:00 Rise, like a phoenix, and reclaim my glorious sofa seat.
9:45 Chat with friends, in English, like loud Americans, surrounded by side-eying Spaniards.
10:00 My first class: Internship seminar.
11:30 Eat lunch. Always a ham-and-cheese sandwich. Yes, I am adventurous.
12:05 Check my watch, realize I should’ve arrived at my internship five minutes ago.
12:15 Roll into the Complutense's Dental School by opening absurdly heavy doors. Damn.
12:20 Internship! Serenade some bacteria.
2:00 Crawl back to the IES Center. It’s a fifteen minute crawl.
2:15 Purchase vending machine chocolate, regret it within two bites.
2:30 My second class: Spanish language.
4:00 Herd more people inside subway cars.
4:30 Arrive at the Prado Museum, my final class. Gawk at art for ninety glorious minutes.
6:00 So many god**** subway riders.
6:15 Walk home and, en route, buy gel candies. Regret it. (This is every day.)
6:30 Arrive home, eat pastry with host family. I have a problem.
7:00 Take a nap. Eating is tiring. And it’s midterm week. I deserve a break today.*
7:05 *Speaking of, I should get McDonald’s —no, Nolan, resist the urge! Resist it!
8:00 Wake up, disoriented, wonder where I am.
8:05 Capitulate to readers: Write blog posts, manufacture creativity. You're welcome.
9:00 Eat! Today, fried pork and small baked potatoes. Not the most Spanish plate…
9:45 Finish writing this post.
10:00 I lied, I’m still working on it.
10:05 I lied again, I was procrastinating.
10:15 How is this not done? It’s just an itinerary!
11:00 Hasn’t happened yet, as of writing. But hopefully finishing my homework.
(More likely: Procrastinate, pretend I’m doing homework. That’ll fool myself!, I’ll tell myself.)
11:30 I like a little mystery in my life.
12:00 Remove the (unfinished) homework from my bed. Will I have started it? Who knows?!
12:05 Brush my teeth for the duration of the ABC song. (You know you do it, too.)
12:10 Dream of bacon. And chocolate. And gel candies. My favorite things.