Since, on Monday, we celebrated the greatest wrong turn in recorded history, we did not have class. BU has an inexplicable policy where, because we can’t bear to lose a Monday schedule, some other poor day gets sacrificed and we replace that poor day’s schedule with a Monday schedule. This year, that honor fell on poor Tuesday, so, yesterday, which was a Tuesday, became a Monday. Thus, although yesterday was technically Tuesday, Tuesday never happened. Today, normalcy resumes and we are on a Wednesday. Therefore, because Wednesday followed Monday, those of us whose Monday and Wednesday schedules are identical have two days in a row, a la Groundhog Day, that are exactly the same in every way, shape, and form.
Bottom Line? I have no idea what today is, no clue what tomorrow will bring, and, given the déjà vu, no assurance that the weekend will ever come. All I know is, I really need a drink.
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