A day in the life of…
We all hate morning class. There is nothing worse than going to bed Thursday night (or Friday morning, depending on how late you stay at Irish) with the prospect embedded in the back of your head that you have to get up in less than six hours. And when you finally make it to class, five minutes late with your half-eaten Napolitana, the teacher isn’t even there yet. In fact, half of your class isn’t there. Thus commences the double session of subject shall remain anonymous during which you alternate between staring at the clock and taking down halfhearted notes.
Lunch time. The two-and-a-half hour break that lies ahead is nothing short of a god-sent gift. By now you’ve somewhat restored your energy and will either decide to go home (which for some students consists of a closet-sized room with a shower that you can’t move in without elbowing yourself in the face) or you can be brave enough and eat at the cafeteria. Should you go for the second option, beware – that dish that looks like chicken… it’s not.
Evening class is starting to make you miss morning class. Ironically, you don’t feel the slightest pang of guilt for the teacher who is spending his Friday evening trying to drill the fundamental principles of his subject into your impenetrable brain. You actually feel bad for you. This is either due to the fact that you absolutely must make the last AVE to Madrid (because who spends Friday nights in Sego really?) or because you are simply too tired to function.
But then the moment arrives. That glorious moment when the teacher reaches the final “Conclusion” slide and the class springs to life. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of IE students jittering with excitement can be heard ringing through the hallways, the weekend has finally arrived. Those two blissful days that make us forget who we really are and why we came here in the first place. Except for Sunday night. That’s when the cycle starts again.
Truth be told, we love life at IE. It is quite simply defined by ‘work hard, party harder’. The only problem is that some of us forget about the first part.
