Nicole D'Cruz's all-nighter
7 p.m. It's time for my mixology class, where we learn
to mix drinks, and more importantly, we get to drink them. It's probably
not the best way to start an all-nighter, but I can't miss class.
9:15 p.m. I head to D.B. Weldon Library after a quick stop at
The Spoke. I have coerced my roommate into joining me with a well-practiced
face that inspires sheer pity. He reminds me he won't stay for long. In
the hopes of making Weldon feel more like my living room, I remove my
shoes. I'm still missing my kettle and candles. Wandering the stacks and
looking for books does not feel like real work; so far, so good.
10:45 p.m. My roommate is hinting at leaving me, and I panic.
Thankfully, without resorting to tying him up, he decides to stay longer.
I have already checked my e-mail four times.
12 p.m. As my roommate and I exit the library, I follow
him away from school, and towards our house, citing my need for a computer.
After picturing the sad and pathetic faces of the Campus and Culture editors,
I feel a tad guilty, and set out to find this mysterious 24-hour computer
lab in the Social Science Centre.
12:10 a.m. Aha! For better or for worse, I have found it. Much
to my dismay, it appears to be at least 37 C in this room. This is a temperature
only suitable for beaches, barbecues and beer, but not books. Surprisingly
there are at least 10 other people in the room, but one of them will not
stop sneezing. I worry that the lack of air circulating will render me
ill by morning. Uh-oh, these computers have MSN Messenger, something I
hoped to avoid during my stay at school. I am realizing an addiction to
the Internet is highly possible.
12:48 a.m. I sneeze I can feel germs attacking
12:54 a.m. Guilt for not starting my essay earlier has
encompassed me; I am getting tired.
1.34 a.m. There are only four other people in here, shouldn't
it start cooling down?
1:45 a.m. Break time. I head to the University Community
Centre for an iced cappuccino, but I am tempted to step into The Spoke
for last call. Clearly, the Internet isn't my only addiction. There are
a few people around, and I don't feel so alone.
2:07 a.m. I momentarily wonder what's going on in Iraq.
2:34 a.m. Back in the lab. I feel as if I have stumbled
across a secret club in the Social Science Centre. Water bottles and garbage
cans are left to keep doors ajar. Do people actually live in this building?
Oh no, everyone is leaving me.
2:36 a.m. To hopefully reduce the heat, I turn off all
the computers. I ignore the "Please do not turn off the lights"
labels, as I am assured who ever made up that rule has never spent a night
2:40 p.m. Is it my imagination, or is the temperature
3:04 a.m. I hear footsteps! I am not the only person in this
ugly, smelly building.
3:21 a.m. After wearing out my "virtual ear," my last
conscious friend has signed off MSN, leaving me alone. The heat is taking
its toll on me, and I decide to relocate to Centre Spot.
4:03 a.m. I count eight other people, and one brave Tim
4:47 a.m. I hope to be more productive with the absence
of the Internet. I take solace knowing there are other people on campus,
but I miss my house and my roommates. We always pull all-nighters together.
No one is around to motivate me anymore. I'm happy to have purchased new
CDs over the weekend. Music is my only friend.
4:59 a.m. Sigh.
5:38 a.m. I'm getting hungry. The lack of nutritious options
leaves me with a bag of Doritos to quiet my noisy stomach. Staying on
campus for extended periods of time can be detrimental to one's wallet.
It's cold in the UCC is there a happy medium?
5:50 a.m. After realizing I have 9 a.m. class, I decide to head
home for a quick nap and shower before I head back to campus. My current
appearance, I fear, would ostracize me from my peers.
Conclusion: Except for trips to The Spoke and night classes,
my relationship with campus will have to occur during the daytime. While
other people can prove to be distracting, sitting alone with one's thoughts
with no one to comfort you is more detrimental to one's