This may not be representative of a super average kid's day, as I am an RA at my university. But it's pretty much an average day, minus the staff meeting. I embellesh some of the info, but it's accurate in the activities.
I go to Ohio State. I'm a mechanical engineer, 2nd year.
7:00AM: Alarm clock goes off. I am rudely awakened. I am not happy.
7:09: Alarm clock goes off again. I hit the snooze button. Yes, I got up, walked across the room to hit the snooze button for 9 more minutes of sleep. I’m awesome.
7:10: Stumble into bathroom, brush teeth, lament the early schedule I have chosen. Begin ritual cleanup, and wash away the dirt and shame from the weekend.
7:50: Make my way to basic strength of materials class. I wonder how much structural rigidity my boner has.
8:15: Regret the fact that I am not a Spanish major, and currently not surrounded by dozens of hot, world-savvy, tongue rolling babes. The hottest girl in this classroom would sooner beat me to death with a uniform bar of steel to get her degree than fraternize with other engineers.
9:10: Order a lemon tea from the manic, 67 year old man who runs the Starbucks in the chemistry building. He is on so much Prozac I could pour the hot drink on his face, and he'd ask if I’d like a refill. I wonder if he’ll give me any.
9:11: Pour half a bottle of honey into my drink, and revel in the fact I pay for none of this. Being an RA has its benefits.
9:30: Sit in Sociology recitation, and decide if I changed majors, and it wasn't to Spanish, it would be to Sociology. As 80% of the girls in the class are attractive. And young. And not as smart as I am.
9:35: Discover why none of these girls are cut out to be engineers, doctors, of lawyers: vacuous skulls. Oh well, they'll make nice trophy wives some day, if the constant alcohol binging and risky sexual behavior doesn’t ruin them first.
10:30: I eat some commons food. Now I am really glad I am not paying for any of this: it sucks.
11:27: Convince myself I need to go to my intro to electronic circuits class.
11:30: Sit in circuits, and ponder my decision.
11:31: We are going over adding resistance in parallel. I am pretty sure they've taught monkeys to do this at one point in history.
11:32: Lament decision to sit in class.
11:35: Commit to space out the rest of the period. Concentrate on finding the hot girls in the class, and think of how to introduce myself without getting stabbed.
12:30PM: I begin to play PS2 football with my door open. I will yell "CATCH THE ****ING BALL YOU FAT PIECE OF ****!" at my tight ends approximately 6 or 7 times per half. They should be sent to the slaughter house.
2:30: I go to work out. Too bad it's not an aerobic day, I like sitting on a bike while watching Sportscenter.
3:30: Shower.
3:55: More football. The season isn't going to play itself. Unless I simulate it, which won't happen. Simulating is for men who like the Home and Gardening channel.
7:30: It is time for our staff meeting. I cringe. For some reason, at this point when we all get together, nothing good comes of it.
7:35: We do a team builder exercise, which just ends up with us hating each other due to overly competitive people in groups. For example, the girls' team lost to my guys' team, and then proceeded to try and belittle us for being engineers and smart majors. I contemplate punching them in the face. One of the girls' majors is communication. I laugh to myself, as one of the suggested jobs for a communications major is "greeting card writer." Seriously. The other girl is a business major. Business is what engineers change to when they develop full blown alcoholism and still want to do well in college.
7:45: After we collect our ****, we go over boring programs no one will probably show up to.
8:00: I make some arbitrary joke about something, probably inappropriate. The RAs laugh, while senior staff gives me a death look. Apparently I am "disrupting the meeting." If they can't take a joke, well **** them.
8:01: I remember I am on probation. This was probably not a smart idea.
8:03. I crack another joke. I've done much worse, and to get fired for ****ing around in a staff meeting would be lunacy.
8:10: **** this, I'm just going to draw pictures on the weekly agenda until they let me leave.
8:30: This confirms my suspicions that meetings are the reason our country has not perfected fusion power yet. They are the biggest waste of life ever.
9:30: Finally, we are done. I bolt for the door, ignoring other people’s comments about going to the commons for dinner.
9:45: I do some homework. It sucks.
11:00: I waste time until I go to sleep. As people are being loud, I stick my head out my door and yell “If you mother****ers don’t quiet down I am going to stab all of you in the heart with a railroad spike!” It’s so much easier to yell than walk down the hall and calmly explain the quiet hours rules. That and they’ve had about 27 weeks to learn them.
12:00AM: I finally shut my door. I am done dealing with **** for today.
