The Tale of the Good Day

Some of the best days in college just sneak up on you sometimes. For example: the day I had a few days ago.

 I woke up around 10 for my usual Wednesday prep before my journalism class. This includes this the following.
1. Slowly climbing out of bed trying not to get myself killed in a half-awake state because I'm on the top bunk.

2. Showering. (Yea this one is not too exciting.)

3. Deciding what I want to wear for the day. This one is a toughy because of all of my options of tshirts and jeans and whatnot.

4. The decision on how bad I really want to go to class. Typically it's not much of a debate, but there is always somewhat of a debate.

Now after all this debate, I typically have a bit of time before I actually have class so I noodle around in front of the computer. I'm pretty good about checking my email, however on this particular Wednesday, I did not. So, I make my blustery three minute trek to the journalism building.

And after this wonderful walk and making my way through the building I come upon a wonderful sign stuck upon the door of my journalism class. And this was my reaction.

So, my walk back to my dorm was rather enjoyable.

As I reenter my dorm room and plop down in my favorite spot in front of my computer, I go to check my email to see if an email was sent out and I was too dumb to check for it. There was, of course, but I got another surprise as I see another email for another one of my classes that day saying that that class was cancelled. To say the least, I went into a happy coma.

So yea, that's pretty much been the best day of college yet.

The Do Not Touch Conundrum

So, for a few of my classes we have gone to different museums and places that have very large glass windows and signs that say DO NOT TOUCH. Lemme tell you about my thought process when I see a sign that says DO NOT TOUCH.
First my brain goes like this:

Yes, my brain does have a ponytail. But anyways, then after I look at whatever is for a certain period of time being about five seconds, not allowed to be touched my mind slowly swirls into why can't I touch it?

Then, after about ten more seconds the why can't I touch it turns into extreme desire. My brain immediately goes into a debate with the rational and irrational sides. The rational side argues that there is a reason for the sign and I really shouldn't touch it. The irrational side argues that the sign is merely a guideline and not a real rule.

Eventually the rational side wins because I don't want to get kicked out of the museum and what not. But you know if I could this is what I really would at a museum when the sign says DO NOT TOUCH.