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    24 Hours in the Life of a College Student

    Wondering what a typical day in college will be like? Here's a sneak peek…

    Colette Johnson

    7:00 a.m.

    A shrill ringing noise. I groggily pick up my alarm. It's not making a sound. Why would I be getting up at seven? I think, confused. Oh, it's my roommate's alarm. She's got class at 7:45. I consider kicking her top bunk, but instead I roll over and return to my dream.

    8:45 a.m.

    My alarm rings just inches from my ear, and I sleepily reach for the granola bars under my bed. I reset the alarm.

    9:40 a.m.

    Now I've got to get up. My roommate's still in the top bunk. Looks like she skipped class. I head to the bathroom with my bucket of toiletries.

    It's my usual mad-dash morning. Will I make it? 9:45… 9:50… yes, success! By 9:55 my hair's wet, but it's clean, and I'm clothed and ready for chapel. Do I wake up my roommate? She rolls over. "You going to chapel?" I ask.

    "Give me a second and I'll go with you," she says.

    10:02 a.m.

    Chapel. The singing is good, it wakes me up. The speaker is enthusiastic—so enthusiastic that he talks longer than his allotted time, and I get to class 10 minutes late. That's OK though; the prof was in chapel, too.

    11:10 a.m.

    Psychology. Dr. Lindskoog talks about the most effective form of therapy for treating phobias. He tells us about his work with a client who had a fear of heights. By the end of class my hand is sore from taking notes, and I'm wondering if it's possible to have a phobia of psychology professors.

    Now I've got only 20 minutes to get through the lunch line, eat and change clothes for ballet class. I get a vegetarian burger and some pasta; my mother's voice in my head reminds me to pick up a few carrots. I scan the lunchroom for friends and sit down at their table. They're talking about chapel and a movie they've just watched for the 15th time. I want to add a comment between frantic bites, but then glance down at my watch—aaaggghhh! I've got to run.

    I dash over to the student center, check my empty mailbox out of habit, quickly change in the locker room and go to dance class.

    As we go through barre exercises I think of how sore I was after the first few days of this class. I'd moan all the way up the steps to my third floor dorm room, my roommate laughing at me, "Do you need to take the elevator?"

    3:07 p.m.

    I've changed back into normal clothes, and it's time for Theatre Production Ensemble. I pass my roommate on the way to the theatre, and we chat. She's already done with classes for the day, but I don't mind. My afternoon classes mean I get to sleep late—without guilt.

    In class, the prof is trying to calm us down so she can take attendance. "What prayer requests do you have?" she asks, and we pray for Katy's grandmother who's having surgery, for Carl's friend who is depressed, and for the light crew members who were hanging lights until four in the morning. Then it's time to break up into crews and get to work on the upcoming show, A Purple Dawn.

    5:00 p.m.

    Crews are done—for now—and it's suppertime. I finish eating in about 20 minutes, but friends keep arriving, so I stay in the cafeteria and talk for over an hour.

    Finally, I tear myself away from the warm laughter and head to my room to check email and study. I need to get some homework done before play rehearsal, but my roommate's there and we end up talking. When she leaves for a movie committee meeting at 7:00, I start reading articles for my World Religions class.

    8:30 p.m.

    I've got rehearsal for a one-act play I'm in. Student directed, student written. I love this time of day.

    10:00 p.m.

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