Mondaynitis

How i ended up here furiously bobbing my head to Alanis Morrissette's You Oughta Know (ideally the video should have a screaming Marisa Tomei,burning a house and chopping up sheep) with probably half a dozen cookies dissolved in a glass of cold milk inches away has a simple answer to it-i have,for the first time in a very long time,escaped Mondaynitis (a term first used in the AusPost commercial,which was quirky and effective in many ways)-usually Mondays would inevitably bring early mornings,gruntled moods and probably bad weather,not missing the excessive amount of homework and depressingly cheerful attitudes teachers obligatorily give on Monday.However,through a miraculous twist of fate,my first semester Uni schedule has surprisingly rewarded me with the rare,priceless privilege of having a breathy Monday.My first class on Monday would be the 10am Management tut,and usually classes this hour would mean i'd be relying on caffeine to survive the early onslaught of overeager Asians who come armed with sets of unnecessary textbooks,newly-sharpened pencils and excited grins-but no,nowadays i come in on Monday with a willing soul and the occasional bright smile-because neither the lecturer or classmates in this particular class even remotely annoys me-everything's just too perfect.Okay maybe today's overly optimistic attitude has something to do with the short jog i had before class-and everyone knows how endorphins can severely distort your perceptions.But ignore that.The tutor,David (who carries a remote resemblance to that Real Life Ken-Barbie's longtime bitch-lookalike from Season 1 of The OC) is one of those individuals who never stop smiling (at not the way Hannibal Lecter does),and not one of those infamous empty smiles most commonly associated to sycophantic hypocrites and maybe Cameron Diaz,but the kind of true,genuine smile that somehow eases off some of the Mondaynitis effect-moreover my classmates are mostly stress-free people (the nerds remain confined to the front of the class,where they jovially bask in thoughts of their ambitions and dreams,while the rest of us have a good laugh elsewhere) who are easygoing but definitely not dazed.Then comes the long wait to 3pm's Accounting Tut,during this long time i'd meet up with some people for lunch or just small talk,or go to the library where i'd first try to finish all tasks at hand before allowing myself to use the precious quiet to thoroughly enjoy some music on the Ipod.And walking back from the accounting class,concluding my Mondaynitis-free day,Oasis Wonderwall played on and even though i've heard this song close to a million times,it still strikes a chord.And so i take the long walk home with watery eyes and a small smile,both slightly concealed as my head hangs low.