Sleeping is For the Birds

It's a great untold story. It's a gem....

Last semester Justin and I were in possibly the best class for an IS major, IS 202 Systems Analysis Methods. Not the best material but definitely the coolest prof that ever set foot on this campus. The class has since got the axe and the prof has followed a different path entirely.

The class was proverbial cake minus the final project. It was one of those things that we should have worked on all semester. "Should" is a funny word. At least that's what I've been told. Personally I'm partial to "shitweasel".

So we found ourselves starting the project about five minutes after the last minute. We had worked all semester perfecting the art of the all-nighter and it was time to paint our Mona Lisa. We worked without breaks into the morning and didn't finish until around 7am.

Now by that time I was well past tired and about any ounce of energy I had from the gallons of Code Red had evaporated. All I needed was a couple hours of sleep and if I planned on going to class the next day to present the project I was just enslaved to that's all I was gonna get. Hours of captivity in the room inspired me to crash out in the common room. I crumbled into the most comfortable chair and flung my head back. Just as my eyes were about shut I witnessed a figure waddling over the crest of the roof across from our room. What was it you ask? Well see for yourself.

That was prefaced by nearly 20 minutes of the same torture. Any sliver of hope was lost. Sleep was no longer an option. Not with the cries of that beast echoing throughout the Harbor Hall courtyard. To this day, I shudder when I hear that wretched honking erupt from the bird of insomnia.