A day in the life of
a Western student
got your tongue
In any other circumstance, would you pay
$5,000 and upwards for this?
After busting your ass to get to class on time, you pull into
the parking lot on campus and find no spots. Your options are...
a) Lurk around the lot waiting for someone to fetch their
car and leave, competing with other cars to get any spots that
may open up by following pedestrians as they walk to their
b) Give up and park outside the yellow lines risking a ticket,
give up and park in a reserved spot and risk a ticket or give
up and park in a meter spot if you’re lucky enough to
find one and — you guessed it — risk getting a
c) Go to another parking lot. If you’re an undergrad,
this means a drive to the outer reaches of campus and likely
being late for class.
d) Contemplate getting out of the car and throwing a fit,
but instead go home and back to bed.
Arrive at class. Perhaps you are in the same boat as me and
class means going into the aesthetically putrid Social Science
Centre (with an optional study session afterwards in the dank
gray tomb that is the D.B. Weldon Library).
If it’s summer, it will be too hot in the classroom.
Choose between cooking in your seat or opening the door to
let in some breeze and the perpetual noise in the hallway.
If you’re lucky enough to have made it on time, you may
actually get a seat and desk. If you’re late, count on
finding an extra chair in the back, scribbling notes with your
book on your knees and probably annoying the person in front
Pray you end up with a tolerable prof. There are many great
profs at Western but there are also some who choose to treat
the class like children. If you wind up getting a prof who
declares that there will be no washroom breaks, no leaving
the classroom to blow one’s nose, no bringing food into
class, no chewing gum and no tolerance for either arriving
or leaving early, then I wish you luck in the add/drop lines.
If, however, you wish to attempt the perilous add/drop journey,
get to the line-up EXTREMELY early and bring a book and perhaps
a meal because you will be in line for a long time.
In your spare time, go find a quiet corner in Weldon to do
your reading/studying/essay writing. Try to ignore the myriad
of crude sketches of genitalia scattered on desks, walls, elevators
and any other surface available. If you get hungry while studying,
either ignore your body’s pleas for sustenance or give
up your study area. If the library happens to be busy due to
exams, factor in the search for a new study spot, involving
searching (very quietly) through rows of dark, dirty desks.
Once you find a study spot, count on attendants milling around
the study area, peeking over your shoulder to ensure you don’t
have any food with you.
Ah, the joys of academic endeavours. How inspired this makes
us to press on in our quest for higher learning. Some days
it just blows my mind that we pay to be here.