A Day In The Life Of An Extremely Unorganized Art Major, AKA You

12:30 p.m.: Wake up from your alarm.

12:31 p.m.: Tell yourself you’ll get to bed before 4 a.m. tonight. You start coming up with a story for why you’re tired for when friends ask, like you were working on a new painting or something, but in reality, you were watching conspiracy theory videos and not even the popular ones, but the ones with 300 views and bad audio. You sit up in bed.

12:32 p.m.: Open twitter app.

12:46 p.m.: Oh, right, you were supposed to be getting ready. Close Twitter app.

12:47 p.m.: It’s already 12:47?

12:48 p.m.: Actually get out of bed.

12:49 p.m.: Sort through your closet. Only Goodwill’s best. It’s an art class day so it doesn’t matter, it’ll get covered in charcoal and chalk pastels anyway. Black shirt and black jeans it is.

12:51 p.m.: Brush teeth, wash face, and, uh... put your hair in a ponytail.

12:55 p.m.: Try to find shoes. They’re in the laundry basket. How did that happen?

12:59 p.m.: Put on any socks you can find and then your shoes. Grab your backpack, your keys, and hopefully all the supplies you’ll need today.

1:02 p.m.: Get to your car. Take too long choosing a playlist for the short ride to school.

1:14 p.m.: Get to campus. Try to find a parking spot. The one you get is far, but it’s near an elevator, so you take it. Say you’ll leave early next week. Know you will not leave early next week.

1:22 p.m.: Finally get to the classroom. Take out your homework from the past week. Accidentally rip it a little getting it out of the drawing pad.

1:25 p.m.: Put your work on the wall for critique. You compare your work to everyone else’s. Yours is maybe the third worst of the group. Hey, better than last week.

1:30 p.m.: Class starts. It’s figure drawing class today. The model today isn’t your favorite because he doesn’t make jokes like the other ones do. Your professor says to take out ink and pen. You search your backpack. Broken chalk pastels, pencils that should be in a case, and…yes! Your ink AND your pen! It’s your lucky day today.

1:50 p.m.: Break. Check your texts. Your friend asks to go get food after class today. There’s a gallery opening you’re supposed to go to buuuuut I guess you can skip just this one. Back to work.

2:20 p.m.: Another break. You walk around to see everyone else’s work so far. You feel like you’re doing this completely wrong. Maybe you can fix it?

3:02 p.m.: It’s not fixed, but you kind of like it anyway. Your professor has been playing reggae for the last hour and you’ve started to lose the ability to ignore it. You wish you didn’t forget your headphones. You’ll forget them again next week.

4:00 p.m.: The model leaves. Your professor says he likes your work. Maybe you like this model after all.

4:16 p.m.: Your professor goes overtime even though we all start getting up to leave. He shouts out vague homework instructions that you pray he posted online.

4:17 p.m.: You tell yourself you will start your homework earlier this week as you put papers in your locker. This is a lie and you know it, because this is the same lie you told yourself last week, the week before, and every week since elementary school. You slam your locker door shut not because you're upset, but because that's the only way it closes since you shove so many things in there.

4:43 p.m.: You meet your friend to have an early dinner. This is the first meal you’re eating today. Oops.

6:15 p.m.: You get home. You have a discussion post you forgot about, a sketchbook assignment, and some work for a group project, all due tomorrow. Great.

7:34 p.m.: Oh, my god, you were supposed to be doing homework. How did you even get on this video of someone making tiny meals for their hamster?

8:48 p.m.: Your friend texts you and asks you to come over and hang out. Your sketchbook isn’t done, but you could wake up early tomorrow to do it. You know you won't. You hang out with your friend anyway.

10:32 p.m.: You get back home. You decide you’re too tired to finish the sketchbook right now.

3:27 a.m.: You’re still awake, so you finish your sketchbook. You believe that staying up this late is actually a good thing and makes you more productive. You hope the fact that you ate vegetables today balances out your unhealthy sleeping patterns.

4:34 a.m.: You finally fall asleep. You can only hope that your alarm is set.