Thereafter, I’d work for three measly hours, mopping floors, spraying down toilets with three different cleaners, and making sure anything metal in my appointed locker room was shining before I left. I was notorious among other janitors for my thoroughness–as I recall. Then, at 7 am, I’d leave to go do homework before my 8 am class.
I know what you’re thinking–"Big deal. Just go to bed at 7 pm every night." But it wasn’t that easy. During the day, there was more homework, large projects, hours of reading and studying, and my second job at the cafeteria. I had a girlfriend, whose affections I wanted to keep, so I’d be up until 10 pm every night with her. Every night, for some reason beyond my understanding, my roommate would be out in the living room playing his electric guitar until 2 am. And I’m a light sleeper.
People in my classes later told me that they’d find great entertainment in watching my head bob up and down during class. Oh, how I hated and loved classes where we’d watch movies or stare at powerpoint presentations in the dark. Torture, but sometimes it felt so good to just let my eyes droop a little.
Of course, now those days are long since over, and thank heaven for that. But after trying to squeeze in an early morning hillclimb today, starting at 6:30, I’ve got to ask, "How in the heck did I do that back when I was a freshman?" Better question: "Why in the heck did I do that when I was a freshman?"