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A day in the life of a Western student

Kats got your tongue
Laura Katsirdakis

News Editor

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 car.

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 ticket.

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 of you.

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.



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