Stress is when you wake up screaming...

...and then realize that you haven't fallen asleep yet.

This morning, I woke up in an absolute panic. I was sure that I was supposed to turn in a project in my communications class that I hadn't even started. After I allowed myself a few minutes to actually wake up all the way, I realized I'm not taking a communications class this semester. I think I might be a little stressed out about my classes…

On my way to class today, I walked by the bums who are always sitting outside of the Journalism building. Usually, they are taking naps on pieces of card board, smoking weed, or yelling at students as they pass. Today I witnessed homeless behavior that I have never seen before. They had taken off their shirts and were rolling around in the dirt. I have yet to figure out what purpose the dirt baths were serving, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

I also saw a guy rack himself on his bike. He was trying to ride over a curb, but instead of angling his tire, he hit it straight on. I think most of us know that this is not the correct way to bike over a curb. He racked himself so hard he fell off his bike and was rolling around on the grass, grabbing in crotch in pain. Immediately, a muffled giggle erupted from the many students who were on their way to class. I couldn't help it either. I had to laugh. We all tried to not laugh, but we couldn't. Even though this guy was obviously experiencing an incredible amount of pain, I had to laugh. Why is that funny? He sure as hell didn't find it amusing.