5:15 a.m. I wonder how I am supposed to row if I can only see the faint outline of my hands in front of me.
7:40 a.m. The lady at the Park cafe is probably wondering why I look so sweaty and spandexy this early in the morning. I decide I deserve medium instead of small coffee. And bagel.
8:25 a.m. Am unable to pronounce word "succession" on internet radio station during news cast. Sigh.
8:46 a.m. Get it this time on WICB, which people actually listen to. Am relieved.
9 a.m. Advisor is very excited I am studying abroad in Amsterdam. Also is probably wondering why I am wearing wet spandex at 9 a.m. I hope my crew sweatshirt is somewhat explanatory. I also had to dig my study abroad packet out of my smelly crew bag to show her. It was under my shoes. I obviously succeed at life.
9:45 am. I am showered. Run back to Park to pick up camera for interview. Hygiene has significantly improved, but am still wet.
10 a.m. Yeah, you KNOW I made it to my class on time.
11:40 a.m. CRAP I FORGOT TO BRING BATTERIES FOR SAID CAMERA.
Noon. Yeah, you KNOW I made it to my class on time despite mad dash across campus looking like an insane person.
1 p.m. Interview number 1. Ask man in office if he is Alex. No, I'm Dan, but, um, Alex is a woman. Oh, that's great. Blushing occurs.
1:30 p.m. Call mother to inform her of interview win and social niceties fail.
2:00 p.m. Consume lots and lots of food. Regret excessive food consumption. More sighing.
2:30 p.m. Begin hike to Red Cross.
3:00 p.m. Arrive at Red Cross. Google maps walking estimate freakishly accurate. Begin interview.
3:20 p.m. Still have questions. Bother other lady, who is extremely nice and humors me. People at the Red Cross are super nice. Not such a surprise. Lady comments on Ithaca Crew shirt. She's known Coaches Robinson for 15 years. Of course she has.
3:40 p.m. WHY DO I GO TO SCHOOL ON TOP OF A HILL WHYYYY
3:45 p.m. Call father during walk. Question my sanity for only considering walk DOWN the mountain. Huffing and sweating does not suggest am college athlete. Should not have worn jeans and boots. It's 75 degrees out and sunny. Ithaca, I love you, but it's hard to remember that your weather isn't always horrible.
4:00 p.m. Am pretty sure father is wondering how I am still talking. I'm probably not coherent at this point, and he's probably wanting to like, actually work at work. But I have decided he needs to know every detail about my life plus all my theories and projections about the future. Immediately.
5:08 p.m. Check time as I finish up blog post detailing day that is not even over yet.
5:09 p.m. Decide I am very satisfied with having completed most required activities of the day. Now just working on papers, dinner and a radio meeting to go before I can pass out in bed.
5:10 p.m. Yes, I'm already thinking about bed now.
5:11 p.m. Publish blog post.
