April 3, 2009
I love not having class on Friday as much as the next upperclassman, but this harmonious arrangement never seems to really be a “day off.” I’ll be up at 8:00 this Friday, hitting the gym before breakfast with my beloved Michelle. The next three hours will be shared between work for Research Assistantship #1 and arbitrating some serious drama at the fictional ABC Wire Company for my Collective Bargaining class. I’ll be meeting up with my Student Advisory Council subgroup right after, smoothing out the details for the very exciting National Volunteer Week Kick-Off event coming up soon. I may or may not have time for lunch before sitting down at Research Assistantship #2 and participating in an ILR Organizational Behavior study ($20!). Sometime before I head back to West to officially commence the weekend, I have two more volunteer groups to contact, a bunch of professors to e-mail about Fall ’09 courses, and one agonizing choice to make about a summer job before 5 p.m.
It’s not exactly the sleep-’til-three day that most people envision, but I will admit that it beats being cooped up in class, especially when the weather is so beautiful. Fridays give me a jump-start on getting organized for the weekend, so I wind up with a lot more time to enjoy with friends who weren’t quite as lucky with their schedules. Most ILRies get to enjoy a schedule without Friday classes by the end of sophomore year: we theorize that ILR plans it as such so students on the job market can travel for a Friday interview. As I discovered last week, my public service intentions probably won’t get me involved in any sort of travel for interview purposes. However, if this lifestyle for most ILRies means I get a bonus day in my week, I can’t complain.