A day from hell at SUNY Geneseo

Photo courtesy of Geneseo Website, edited by Managing Editor Regan Russell

Left to right: Miranda isn't crying, she's sweating; Samantha is sad she doesn't have dick; Carrie is depressed because she and Mr. Big broke up; Charlotte cries easily because her husband is gay.

You wake up in Suffolk hall because your roommate has had an alarm going off for the past 15 minutes. You go to tell her to turn it off but your throat is so insanely dry from the frat flu you have had for the past three weeks that you only manage to get a whisper out and politely ask her to turn off the alarm—she says no. Since she won’t turn it off you lose an extra 30 minutes of sleep before your 8:30 Canadian Literature class on a Monday. Your roommate is in the class, too, but she hasn’t been in weeks, yet the alarm never turns off.

It is the middle of the fall semester so there’s a blizzard outside. You try to cut through the townhouses to avoid some of the wind and snow, but instead it has turned into a wind vortex and your hood is being blown off of your head every time you take a step. You finally make it to Welles Hall for your class and you trip walking up to the second floor because your UGG slippers have lost all of their grip from being worn every single day. 

The heat has been turned up to 100 degrees inside of Welles, so when you take off your winter jacket you already have sweat staining your shirt. You wore a long sleeve while getting ready because it’s all you left out the night before, and your roommate gets mad when you make too much noise getting ready. 

Your professor tells you that you’re going to play trivia next week for a grade, and every single person on your team looks like they don't know how to read. After almost two hours the class is finally over! No more Canadian bullshit… until Wednesday. You get to meet with your suitemates at MJ for smoothies after class, but when you get there the line is almost out of the door.

You all decide to wait in the long line anyway because you reallyyy want a smoothie. After an entire century you finally get your smoothie, and the first sip is filled with chunks, it wasn’t blended all of the way. It’s so bad you can’t even finish it. Your suitemates all have to leave and go to a class they all have together, but it didn’t fit into your schedule. You decide to go downstairs and get a burrito to make up for the terrible smoothie.

The burrito line is somehow twice as long as the smoothie line was, so you abandon the idea. You get a plate of grilled cheese and chicken tenders instead, but there’s no tomato soup. The only clean place left to sit is at a table full of sorority pledges, so you sit down and pretend to look at your phone for the next 30 minutes. 

The library is still under construction so you do homework in the College Union for a couple of hours because all of your midterms are on the same exact day. You try to work on a group project worth half of your overall grade, but your groupmates have not answered any of your messages for the entire month. You finally decide to give up and go back to your dorm and take a nap.

You have a club meeting at 7 p.m. in Bailey, you’ve been struggling to get new members all semester. You show up and nobody else is there besides your fellow e-board members. You talk about bullshit for an hour until the president finally wraps up the meeting. It's snowing even harder than on your walk up, and the temperature has dropped by 10 degrees.

Back on southside after a treacherous walk, you stop by RJ and get food to go. The box is soggy before you even leave the building. After eating a meal all alone in your bed you throw away the box, only to find the trash room overflowing with trash from the weekend. You will be getting a message from your RA about keeping communal spaces clean within the next 24 hours.

After all five of your suitemates take a shower, it's finally your turn. You haven't been able to do laundry in two weeks because the washers are constantly full and broken, so after your shower your only pajama options are the cringey matching ones your mom bought you in high school. You cuddle up in your twin XL bed, ignoring the mattress topper falling off of the mattress. After doomscrolling for hours, you finally decide to close your eyes and try to get some sleep through your roommate snoring. 

The fire alarm goes off.