Everyone dreads Mondays. That is arguably the most obvious statement of all time. Regardless of who you are or what you are doing in your life, we can all agree Mondays are brutal in every aspect.
But what’s even worse than Monday itself? Monday mornings.
It seems like waking up early on a Monday just sets the tone for the long week that lies ahead. We always experience that one dose of bad luck that just makes Monday...Monday.
This week's obligatory moment of bad luck, for me, came at the very beginning of my Monday, right before my first class. I live at the District, so typically I ride my bike. It's usually about a five minute ride to get to campus.
On this particular morning, when I got to the bike rack to start my trek to class I came to find that the front tire of my bike was missing, rendering it useless. My first instinct was obviously one of confusion. I thought to myself, ”what made my bike tire so cool that someone would go to the trouble of removing it from my bike?” That question was unanswerable. My next question was, “how am I going to get to class on time?”
Having my bike usually allows me to wake up a little closer to the start of my class, but due to its missing tire, I was forced to walk as fast as I could to make it to class on time. My walk took me past 4th Avenue, where I saw some of the more interesting people I’ve seen in my life, then past the elementary school while the children played during their recess. That moment almost put me back in their shoes on the playground where nothing else mattered, but, unfortunately, I snapped out of it as soon as I remembered the reason why I was walking to class and seeing the kids play in the first place.
From then on, I realized how much I had to hustle if I wanted to make it to lecture on time. Seeing as how this was Monday morning, however, I was almost certain that the opposite of what I wanted would happen. Sure enough, once I arrived at the crosswalk that bisects 5th Ave and Euclid, there just happened to be some of the most traffic I’ve witnessed to date. Finally, once the coast was clear, I made it to campus...but it was already too late. I walked into my class mid-lecture, only to be met by a wave of heads turning to face me and eyes looking me up and down while sweat dripped from most parts of my body.
Terrible as it was, through this whole incident I learned a few things. For one, I learned how much a bike tire costs ($13.89) and how much it is to install ($10). Also, I learned the code to the locked bike storage at the District, but that information I can’t reveal. Most importantly, however, I learned that if you can get through a Monday morning that doesn't go your way, you can get through anything.
