Like Geico’s Camel, I get really excited on Wednesdays.
Actually, I don’t. I hate Wednesdays. They are by far and away the hardest day of my week. I start at 5.30 am to go swim, paddle up and down until 8, rush back to school for breakfast and class at 8.30. I don’t finish with classes until 3, and then I work from 4-8pm. Only then do I get done for the day, which ends about 2 hours later with me passed out on my pillow.
However, Wednesday means it’s the middle of the week. Hump Day! And the middle of the week means that once Wednesday is over we only have 2 days left to go until the weekend. It also means that once Wednesday is over, I don’t have another Wednesday for 7 more days! Which, as you can imagine, is extremely exciting.
I always find it interesting to find out what people’s favourite and least favourite days of the week are. Of course, the usual favourite is Saturday, with Sunday coming in a close second. And Mondays are usually the least favourite. Which I don’t think is fair. Monday’s aren’t that bad; you’re refreshed after the weekend and, if you did your weekend right, should be ready to face the week to come. Tuesdays is an acceptable worst day of the week, because you haven’t yet reached Hump Day, and you’re already into the week. However, for me, and for this semester at least, Wednesday is the worst day of the week.
It’s just exhausting. And that’s not good, because it’s in the middle of the week. It’s not like I get that much of a break on Thursday or Friday (especially not this week, with up to 4 midterms taking place on those last 2 days alone), so I end up going into the back end of the week tired and cranky. And cranky Lawrence isn’t much fun. Especially for my room mate, who has to deal with my constant mumbling and grumbling about how I’m annoyed that the week isn’t over yet and for that matter, neither is the semester.
But the plus side is that once Wednesday begins, it’s usually over pretty quickly, because I’m on the go for 14 and a half hours. One part of the day seems to merge into the next, and before you know it I’ve only got 1 hour left of my shift at work and the light at the end of the tunnel is becoming something that isn’t so far off any more.